A high-pitched wail rang out. Tension shot through my body at the unexpected sound and my head shot up, toward the source of the noise. A infant, a girl judging from her pink clothes and longer, slightly curled hair. Beside her a second baby woke up in his seat, a little boy with dark eyes, almost black. Remo’s eyes. My gaze darted between the boy and the girl, twins— both Remo’s children, no doubt. Savio inhaled sharply beside me. “Holy fuck. They are Remo’s.” Remo was a father. I was an uncle. Two new Falcones. Kiara would be ecstatic to have them in the mansion. I looked toward Serafina who
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