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“Where is she?” I asked, ignoring the way my chest hollowed at the thought that she wasn’t in Las Vegas after all. “Downstairs,” Nino said slowly, his eyes searching mine. “With your children.” “My children,” I repeated, trying to make sense of the words, trying to fucking understand that I was a father. Greta and Nevio. “Fuck,” I breathed.
“It’s like looking at a baby version of you,” Nino said with a disbelieving look. “Make sure they have everything they need. No matter what Serafina says she needs, you get it for her.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t care why she’s here. All that matters is that she is. I told you before, I don’t have a fucking heart that can be broken, or have you forgotten?” Nino touched my shoulder lightly. “I know you better than anyone else, Remo. Or have you forgotten?”
“Do you want me to get her?” I nodded. I didn’t think I’d ever wanted anything more. I would have gone through days of torture, through weeks of it, to see Serafina. That she saved me? Fuck, I’d never considered it an option.
“Each of us would lay our life down for these kids,” Nino said. “You brought them here. They are Falcones. They are Remo’s kids. He burned for us. We will burn for them.”
Nevio ignored the picture book that Nino held up and stared at the colorful tattoos on Nino’s arm, touching them with his small hands as if he thought they’d come alive under his fingertips. My heart swelled once more, and I turned quickly before I got too emotional.
His face pulled into a strange smile. “I’d never have thought that you would be the one to save me.”
“My brothers would have protected them even if your family had killed me.” I put a hand down beside him on the headboard, hovering over him. “Nobody will protect them like you will. You’ll go through fire for them.”
“Will you show them to me?” he asked quietly. I looked over my shoulder. “Of course.”
Remo’s expression held wonder, and when he raised his eyes to mine, they were softer than I’d ever seen them. He stretched out his bandaged arm and stroked his fingertip over Nevio’s chest reverently. Nevio being Nevio snatched up Remo’s finger and brought it to his mouth to chew on it with a toothless grin. Remo’s lips twitched. Then he raised his gaze to Greta, who’d turned her head to watch him curiously.
“I’m going to come,” he rasped. I saw the question in his expression, and my heart swelled with affection … and God help me … love.
“You should stay in bed and rest,” I said. “I should help you with our children.”
“You’re in pain,” I protested, trying to put distance between us, but Remo tightened his hold on me. “Fuck the pain. I want you in my arms.”
My babies were cared for.
During my captivity, I’d only caught glimpses of the brotherly bond Remo and his brothers shared, but now as I became a part of their family, I realized just how strongly they cared for each other. Remo had traded himself for Adamo, had signed his death certificate so Adamo could live. There was no greater sign of love than that. It gave me hope that Remo was capable of that kind of emotion.
