Emiliano stiffened.
“If that last part happens, they will go after your wife too.”
I wasn’t sure if he cared two shits about his wife to be honest.
“Or…...my personal favorite. Letting Aria have a chat with you.”
I turned and looked at him. There was a darkness there I had never seen and would never want to be on the receiving end of. I knew Aria was deadly as hell. After the Black Widow incident and the ambush from Nico, I knew that woman was way more calculated than crazy. I was actually grateful there were people out there that would have my wife’s back, and not just me and my clan.
After some time, Emiliano speaks up, head still down. He nods ever so slightly, not sure if it was due to reluctance or just the pain he had endured.
“Fine. I’ll agree to the transfer.”
Maximo was handed some papers from one of his men, and slid it across the desk.
“You will formally sign it over to your ‘son-in-law’ like a good, proud father-in-law would.”
I could hear the smirk in Maximo’s voice. This was where he lived. The power. The control.
I wasn’t like Maximo. I would have come in guns blazing. That’s why having him be a part of this had been important. Not just for me, but for Sophie too.
I spoke up. “And you will never call or come near Sophie. Ever. Again.”
He signed on the dotted line.
Epilogue
Sophie’s POV
6 months later
Dom’s hands were grazing my very pregnant belly as we were hosting another get-together with some of our more casual friendships. I was standing with my back to his front, his arms draped around me, hands practically holding my stomach like he was holding our baby up in his hands. Aria and Maximo were present as was Lorenzo. Aria and Maximo’s relationship had changed drastically after the Black Widow incident and the ambush on their home. They weren’t the most lovely dovey type of couple, but you could see the appreciation and respect between them. Aria had also admitted to the “over-the-top hot sex” once they finally went there. It happened after the ambush, and it was apparently, “explosive.” I told her not to share more or I might throw up. She had laughed her ass off at me.
Lorenzo was presenting a bit off lately, but no one knew why. Aria and I both were constantly watching him, making sure he was safe.
I knew now that Dom would do anything for me. I finally began to believe in his love for me when I found out I was pregnant.
A month after Dom met with my father, and got his signature to legally take over the clan and its business, I had been sitting on the bed in our room, panicking. I had been feeling more tired than usual, and my breasts had been unusually sensitive. I was unsure what to do, but weird as it was, Lorenzo was the one to suggest I could be pregnant. That about threw me into a spiral. Dom had said he wanted me to have his babies on numerous occasions, but I wasn’t sure if that was just talk or another one of his kinks. To be fair, the man was insatiable and definitely enjoyed his kinks. Not that I was complaining.
So there I was, sitting on the edge of the king sized bed, trying to figure out how and when to tell Dom. I was in my own head when he came into the room that evening, as I was clutching the positive pregnancy test in my hand. I barely heard him come in.
“Sophie, what's wrong, baby?” I looked up, in a daze, and could see concern in his eyes.
“I uh….uh…..there’s something we…..uh…..need to talk about…..” I was stuttering badly, but I was freaking out that he would tell me to abort this baby.
“Ok, baby. What about?” His voice dropped low, but sounded tense.
I turned and looked away, not sure how to do this, what to say, so I shakily held out the test stick to him.
Silence.
My heartbeat picked up more than it already had. I was about to have a panic attack.
“Is that what I think it is?” His voice was soft, a whisper almost.
I shrugged while still holding it out, not looking at him.
“Look at me, Sophie.” Something in his voice changed. It sounded gentle, loving.
