Perfect. My plan was already rolling out without a hitch. I huffed out a breath. In a few short hours, I’d be a married man. Bianca D’Angelou would be my wife. And then, I’d put my baby inside her, an heir to the De Santis throne. We’d rule it our way. Together. As a family. A real one, none of the shit I grew up with. Sometimes saving a life required making a new one. I was willing to do whatever it took to keep her alive, even make her hate me. Maybe I was getting a hang of this love shit.
