Sal’s dark eyebrow raised. “Sleeping on the couch, are you?”
I growled.
Sal laughed and pulled me to him. I felt his lips press against the top of my head, and the anger drained out of me. It was hard to be upset when I felt such happiness welling up inside of me.
We both glanced toward the double doors when we heard the elevator.
“Why don’t you go make us some coffee,caro?” Sal asked as he released me. “I’ll let Vinnie in and introduce him to Marcus.”
Great.
A meeting of the minds.
By the time I got the coffee made and made it back to the living room, Sal and Vinnie were seated on the couches. I set the tray on the coffee table and turned to Vinnie. “Coffee?”
“Sì, prego.”
I poured Vinnie a cup and handed it over.
“Grazie, Lany.”
“Non c’è problema,” I replied.
“You know Italian, Lany?”
“Sal’s been teaching me since the day we met.” There were a lot of words he wished I had never learned. “I’m not as fluent as you two, obviously, but I can make due.”
I poured a cup of coffee for Sal and handed it to him before glancing around for my bodyguard. “Where’s Marcus?”
“Vinnie asked to speak to us privately,” Sal said.
I instantly glanced at the man. I prayed there wasn’t someone else after Vinnie. I mean, how many jilted lovers could he have? “Is everything okay?”
“That is what I wished to talk to you and Sal about.”
“Okay.” I walked around to sit next to Sal. I didn’t know what was going on, but I wanted Sal next to me. Too many times lately, the shit had hit the fan when we were separated. I was hoping if we were glued together at the hip, the news wouldn’t be so bad. “What’s up?”
“You remember my bodyguard Isabella who was killed?”
I nodded even as my heart sank with sadness. “She’s the one who had the twins while Eddie was in the hospital.”
“Yes.” Vinnie cleared his throat. It was strange to see the self-assured mobster so nervous. “About that…that’s kind of why I am here.”
I was confused.
“When Isabella decided she wanted to have children, she came to me and asked if I would donate the sperm. I knew I was never going to have children, and I knew how much it meant to Isabella that she did, so I agreed.”
I gasped as the weight of what Vinnie was saying hit me. “The twins are yours?”
Vinnie winced. “Technically, yes. I am their biological father.”
Technically?
What in the hell did that mean?
“Are you putting them up for adoption?” Sal asked. “I would certainly be willing to run background checks on anyone you choose.”
“While I thank you for the offer, it will not be needed. I have already chosen the adoptive parents for the twins, and they are above reproach.”
