“You got vengeance for your family,” I said.
“You got vengeance for yours,” he replied.
Romeo immediately jumped into leader mode, directing the grunts to get the yard and dungeon scrubbed of any evidence of the battle and to move Angelo’s body down to one of the Cavetti’s warehouses. Romeo, Savio, and Marcello would personally oversee Angelo’s dismemberment and scattering in the various lakes of Chicago, making sure no one truly ever heard from him again. Gianni didn’t really have nine lives, and we hadn’t yet revealed that he was still alive, but his reappearance at the wedding had been frightening enough.
They were going to makecertainAngelo Cavetti was dead.
“Natalia,” Romeo said on his way out.
“I’ll keep an eye on everyone. Don’t worry. Go,” I said.
“No,” he said. “Come with us.”
I looked over at Giorgio and then back at Romeo. “Come with?”
“You’ve made one thing very clear today, you areeasilythe strongest of the Cavetti children. You’ve been left out of the family business up to this point, but that ends today. My first order of business as the new head of the family is to offer you a seat at the table if you want one.”
I smiled up at him and felt a streak of excitement rush through my body. “Thank you, Romeo.”
Romeo held up a hand. “There’s no pressure, of course, if you--”
“I’ll take it,” I said, smirking. “I’ve got a few ideas of how to shake things up. From this point on, the Cavetti family won’t be the mismanaged faction of Chicago.”
Romeo nodded. “Let’s get going then, Miss Cavetti.”
“Yes,” I said. “Let’s.”
Epilogue: Giorgio
A soft wail in the distance roused me from my sleep. The sun was just peeking in through the window, and it was still probably pretty early in the morning. I could see snow stacked up against the frame from the weather the night before, and I thanked God I didn’t have to go out in it.
At first, I attempted to just roll over and curl back up against Natalia, but she pushed a hand against me. “It’s Emilia,” she grumbled.
“Right,” I said.
It’d been a few months already, but I was still getting used to being a dad. An uncle I’d been working on for about five months, but that meant I was mostly used to being able to ignore the cries when I heard them.
Natalia started to get out of bed, but I stopped her. “Hey. I’ll go get her. You get some more sleep.”
Natalia smiled back at me. “Thank you, Gio, but I’m sure she’s hungry and you don’t have breasts.”
“Excuse me,” I said, clasping my chest. “I have agreatrack.”
She laughed, as she left our bed. “I certainly think so.”
Chuckling, she walked over to the bassinet in the corner and lifted out our precious baby girl. She really did end up with my curly black hair, but everything else was pure Natalia. She was perfect in every way imaginable.
Just like her mother.
“Hi baby,” Natalia cooed. “It’s okay. Mama’s here.” She peeled down the strap of her shirt and pulled it down, bringing Emilia to her chest. She rocked her a little bit, but the crying continued. “Hmm. Maybe she’snothungry.”
I held out my arms. “Seems like a dad issue.”
Natalia looked over her shoulder. “Okay…”
She stood up and walked over and handed Emilia to me. I cradled her in my arms, smiling at just how much she looked like her mother. “Hey there,la mia Regina della Notte.”
Natalia got a bright, wide smile. “Your Queen of the Night?”
