Secret Daddy

by K.C. Crowne

“Don’t worry, dolcezza. He was just a boy. I’m going to show you how a real man fucks.”

I accidentally bump the shower knob, turning on the high-pressure spray. We’re drenched through in seconds, steam filling the already hot space.

My first instinct is to tell him about Felicia, that he has a daughter he doesn’t know about, but I decide against it.

“When was the last time you let someone take care of you?”

I really hope the bullet didn’t hit anything important. Bleeding out today would be a massive inconvenience.

“Now that I know my baby girl is the daughter of a mobster, I’m inclined to knock you the fuck out so you forget all about it!”

I still can’t believe it. It all happened so fast. One second, I’m a carefree bachelor, and the next I’ve got a four-year-old child I didn’t know about. My mother’s probably going to lose her mind when she realizes she finally has a grandchild.

She has my nose, my lips, my dark hair. It’s baffling that I didn’t realize sooner. Felicia has the face of an angel, snoring softly as she dreams. I can’t describe the sensation stirring in my stomach, nor the pull in my heart as I watch her sleep. She’s just so… small. Small and adorable and precious.

This poor, brilliant, unbelievably brave woman. I should have listened to the logical side of my brain and kept as far away from her as possible, but I just couldn’t stay away. Now she’s here in my care with our little girl, and that isn’t a responsibility I’ll ever take lightly. It was a mistake dragging her into my life, but one I won’t allow myself to regret.

“Please don’t let anything happen to us,” she pleads against my lips. Her body trembles beneath my touch. “Please.”

It was fate meeting her all those years ago, and

it was fate when she stumbled into my office.

“Put another baby in me.” He lets out a feral growl as his hips piston in and out of me with renewed vigor. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want, cuore mio. Just tell me how many.”

He looks different. His hair is longer and he sports a thick, but well-trimmed beard. Gone are his iconic suits, exchanged for a simple black Henley and dark jeans.

“Five months, Dominic! How could you let me think you were dead this whole time? Do you have any idea how heartbroken I was?

“I needed to wait to be declared officially deceased,”

“I love you with all my heart.” “I love you, too,” she breathes. “So much.”

I’d never met a woman more beautiful, more feisty, more brilliant.

I never want to spend another day without you. Marina, will you do me the honor of officially letting me be Mr. Wilson?” Arin nods, laughing lightly. “Absolutely.”