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“Life doesn’t work like that. Bad things are not fate, or punishment of an almighty power. Sometimes bad things just happen.”
They all wore different masks, Nino his lack of emotions. Remo his anger, and Savio his arrogance. I wasn’t quite sure about Adamo’s mask yet, but he was wearing one too, I was sure of it.
“It’s new. I ordered it online. I thought you might appreciate it.” “Appreciation isn’t a strong enough word for what your body is doing to me, Kiara,” I murmured.
“Regret over the past—” “Is wasted energy,
“Okay. Let’s choose a safe word.” “Safe word…” “That’s a word kinky people use because stop turns them on.”
risk injuring Savio mere days before his cage fight. I glanced at Gemma who leaned forward in her chair, arms propped up on her knees and lips parted as she followed the fight. I could tell that her focus was solely on Savio. It was obvious that she had a major crush on him, and it made me feel protective of her.
“Nino loves you. I don’t understand how it’s possible. I thought the part of him capable of that shit was lost but you dug it out. I don’t know what he can or cannot feel, but every child that grows up in this house will be cared for, will be safe and as fucking happy as it can be in our fucked-up world.” He straightened. “And with you as a mother, it’ll drown in love and sweets, that’s for sure.”
“Sometimes I feel like my insides are a raging flood of emotions when I look at you, but I don’t mind drowning.”
“Happy birthday, Kiara,” he half growled before finally he pushed two fingers into me, hitting that sweet spot I never even dared dream about. He sucked my clit, and I exploded.
“I love you exactly as you are. And maybe you are a monster, but you are my monster.”
Adamo wrapped his arms loosely around his legs and regarded me with a small smile. “I’m glad you’re part of our family. You never judge me when I talk to you.”
waist. “If Savio or Adamo do or say something that bothers you, tell them.” I shook my head. “I don’t mind, honestly. In the beginning, I wasn’t sure how to handle Savio. Now I’ve gotten used to his sense of humor.” Nino gave me a small smile. “I’m glad that you get along so well with my brothers, even Remo.”
“If anyone can be a good mother, then it’s Kiara,” he said. “She’s like a fucking mother hen, even to me.” He shook his head. Kiara loved taking care of others. “Our children will be lucky to have her as a mother.” “You’ll be a good father, too. Even when you didn’t feel a fucking thing, you managed to raise Adamo and Savio with me, and look how well they turned out, the little shits.” He grinned twistedly. “The house is big enough even if you decide to have ten kids.”
“That girl makes it fucking hard to dislike her, and I put so much effort into it in the beginning. All for nothing.” He flashed me a grin. “She’s the only girl I talk to more than a few sentences without getting at least a blow job as reward.”
When I finally turned to the rest of our family and caught a dark gleam in Remo’s eyes, a hint of worry flickered in my belly. I gave him a smile, which caused him to give me his own twisted version in return.
Remo was a father. I was an uncle. Two new Falcones. Kiara would be ecstatic to have them in the mansion.
Remo never considered having kids, but he’d protect them with all he had, from this day on until his death. I knelt down beside him again, feeling his pulse, needing the reassurance that his heart was still beating. I wouldn’t let him die.
“Growing up in this house, my kids will probably say fuck before anything else.” “Or I could try to teach them a more interesting word …” Savio mused, exchanging a look with Adamo who shook his head with a small laugh. “If one of my children says pussy, dick or cock as their first word, I’ll send you to Kansas City to help Stefano get his people under control, got it?” “They could pick it up from someone else.” Remo raised his eyebrows and Savio smirked. “Kansas City, Savio.” He sighed. “There’s really no fun to be had in this house anymore.”
“Don’t get too drunk. I want to shove up that dress and bury my face between your legs tonight. I want you to think of my tongue in your pussy when you dance later—to imagine how hard you come when I lick you, and you will again, tonight, if you stay lucid enough.”
“If someone touches Kiara, you’ll give me a call, Savio.” “Nino,” I said with a small giggle. “You won’t ruin Serafina’s hen party by killing anyone.” Nino regarded me with that stoic calm that told me nothing I said would change his mind. “I’ll only capture them today. I’ll kill them tomorrow.”
“I’ve been thinking about adoption.” I looked at Remo. “But I don’t want the kids to be less because they aren’t blood relatives.” “The only blood I give a fuck about is that of the fuckers who’ll treat your kids less for some shitty DNA bullshit, and only because I’ll bathe in it after I slit their throats.” I crossed the small space between us and hugged Remo for the first time in my life. “Thank you,” I whispered. “You are how I wish my brothers could have been. I don’t care what people say about you, I love you like a brother.”
“She isn’t his mother. Kiara is. Alessio won’t ever find out he isn’t our blood.” Remo downed his drink. “From this day on this kid is a Falcone. Anyone who dares telling him differently will have to deal with the consequences.”
“I’ll come to visit in summer for Fabiano’s wedding, and when you give birth to him.” “Him?” I said curiously. “You’re a boy mom. I can’t see you with a daughter. You whipped us into shape.”
“Don’t give me that look, Kiara. Take care of Nino, Alessio and the bun in your oven. I’m more resilient than bad weeds. I’ll fuck the memories straight out of my brain. That always works.” “Fuck,” Nevio said in delight. Savio’s eyes grew wide then he started laughing. Serafina came over and pinched his arm. “I can’t believe one of his first words is fuck.”
I smiled to myself, surrounded by family. I pressed my palm against my belly and after a moment Nino covered my hand with his. This was worth fighting for. Every day, every hour, every minute.
“Considering that our marriage was only meant to bring temporary peace, this is … incredible.” Nino cupped my cheek and pointed at his heart. “It brought peace here, and one that will outlast any truce between the Camorra and the Famiglia.” “You gave me peace too,” I whispered, then rested my head against his shoulder. “Me and my boys.”
