Their relationship needed to heal more. Become more solid.
He also needed to figure out how to deal with the Twisted Souls and La Cosa Nostrabullshit first. It wouldn’t be smart to put another kid at risk. And that right there made him even more pissed at the motherfucking Mafia.
The DAMC controlled their territory, not those Sicilian fucks.
But his own history showed him that a knee-jerk reaction would be fucking stupid. He had done that in the past and look where it landed him.
Alone.
In prison.
Not respected by the OGs.
The third one he could live with. The other two…
Before he could stop it, he said, “Not losin’ you again, woman.”
She frowned with her blue eyes searching his face. “Where did that come from?”
“Don’t wanna fuck up with you.”
“Then don’t.”
“Can’t guarantee that.”
“You can. You just don’t want to.”
“Ain’t a saint, babe. Never was. Never will be. You knew that since the day we fuckin’ met.”
“Don’t forget, there’s a whole other human that could be affected.”
“Hard to forget a legend.”
She sighed. “Wait until he goes to kindergarten and demands everyone call him that.”
“Sounds good.”
She lightly smacked his chest with the back of her hand. “Zeke!”
He grinned and shrugged. “Not everyone can have a son who’s a fuckin’ legend.”
“I don’t want him growing up to be cocky.”
“Gonna be confident, not cocky.”
“Like you, right?”
“Yep. Chip off the old block.”
“Speaking of blocks. I prefer he didn’t take after you when it comes to cell blocks, either.”
That, Zeke could agree with.
She rolled until they were face to face. “I see where this is going, Zeke, and I’ve put off telling you this, but now that we’re living together, I need to confess something.”
“What?”
“I never thought you’d be back in our lives, so when Ledger was born I gave him my last name.”
