“Same.A long, happy lifeto you, too,” Enzio replied. “I want you to be here to carryourchildren. I’m gonna enjoy making them with your daughter so much.”
Alfarez’s nostrils flared, and my heart skipped a beat. My eyes begged him to ignore the asshole and just leave. Alfarez glared between Enzio and me, and I kept my beseeching eyes at his fuming face, feeling like I was about to pass out one more time.
Only when Alfarez looked down I allowed myself to breathe. “I love you, Papi.”
“Me too, mija. Me, too.”
Chapter10
Enzio
I decided to stay at the hotel for the night. Bianca didn’t say a word after I let Alfarez go. That old fucker thought he could go rogue on the Lanzas. He’d pay for it but not just yet. I had far more important things to take care of. Like running a fucking empire I never wanted with people who didn’t trust us anymore. There would be a lot of babysitting with the other families…and my own.
Looking at the fussy little shitter that clung to his mother like a leech—he wouldn’t let her go no matter what all of a sudden—I’d say babysitting him would be a tougher job than pacifying the mobs.
I loved the fucker, though.
Bianca sat with him in the lounge as far from the bedroom as possible. I joined them, watching silently as she played with Mario. The little monster drooling, toothless smile always made me happy. And despite how much I hated that bitch, she was good with him, looked beautiful holding him.
“Is he really sleeping in our room tonight?” I didn’t mind. I only wanted to mess with her.
“Tonight and every night. We co-sleep.” She didn’t lift her eyes off Mario. “It’s good for the baby. Theonlybaby I’m having.”
So that got on her nerves like it did with Alfarez? Good. Damn, I’d have loved to see him snap when I told him how I’d enjoy fucking his daughter over and over. But he was smart enough to walk away without a fight. I’d have gouged his eyes out with his own knife if he had.
I reached for my cigarette case and lighter inside my pocket and put a cigarette in my mouth. As I flicked the lighter open, she glared at me. “You can’t smoke around him. Light that disgusting thing outside.”
I was about to head for the terrace before I lit it, but because of her unbridled potty mouth I changed my mind. “I’m not Cosimo, contessa. I didn’t fall madly in love with you the first time I saw you to quit smoking for you. Don’t like it,yougo find yourself another room.”
“What the hell is wrong with you? I’m not asking you to fucking quit. I don’t give a shit aboutyourhealth. If anything, I wish you’d smoke ten packs a day so you’d die faster. I’m asking you to be like any other person who has the decency not to smoke around children, especially a baby he’s raising.”
I never smoked around him. I cared about Mario as much as she did. But she wouldn’t notice, of course. I was the winged, three-headed demon that was sent to kill her husband, rape her and steal her baby to sell his soul to the devil.
Why the fuck did that irritate me? No fucking clue. Like I cared how Bianca or anyone else saw me. But her hatred for me pushed an invisible button inside me that pissed me off. That made me piss her off more than I intended.
Maybe because I couldn’t act upon my hatred for her. The fact that I had to save her instead of killing her, look out for her stupid mistakes instead of punishing her for them, fucked up with my head.
I took off my tux jacket instead of heading out and crossed my legs, the cigarette dangling from my lips, my hand on the lighter. “You should be sucking my cock in gratitude every day, not wishing me dead.”
Here came the flames in her glare. With a grumble, she took Mario and stomped to the bedroom. I grabbed her wrist as she reached my seat. The little flinch and goosebumps breaking her skin entertained me. “Tomorrow we’ll go to the Lanza mansion and settle down,” I said, monitoring her expression. “On Tuesday, we’ll open the will.”
She nodded once.
“Aren’t you gonna be a good girl and tell me what’s in the will?” She might have distracted me earlier, and I’d let her, but I didn’t let it go.
“What’s the rush? You’ll see it for yourself in less than forty-eight hours.”
I held the cigarette between my fingers and stood. “I know you don’t believe it, but I only want to know for your safety. Marta doesn’t like surprises. You don’t want to piss her off. Is there something I should know before it’s too late, Bianca?”
Chapter11
Enzio
Bianca wouldn’t speak, buying herself some time. She thought she was being smart. Under different circumstances, it’d have been. But I was the only one here keeping her alive, and not because of my brother’s written will. It was the one he voiced before he took his last breath that bound me.
She should have trusted me on that one, but I couldn’t blame her.
