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He looks back at her, and curses under his breath. “Alright,cara mia.”

If it were up to me, I’d kill him, too, but it’s not what Samantha wants.

“I need to sleep on this,” Elio mutters, shaking his head, and then he walks out of the kitchen, leaving us alone.

I stand up, tugging Samantha with me. “We should probably all sleep on this,” she mumbles.

“Fine. As long as you’re sleeping with me.”

She blinks at me. “You want me to sleep in your room?”

“Every night for the rest of your life.”

Samantha gives me a slow grin. “Yeah? Just like that?”

“Just like that.” I scoop her up, bridal style, and carry her up the stairs.

She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck and tucking her face against my neck.

I’ve never felt more at home than when she curls up next to me in bed.

31

SAMANTHA

After that, things move pretty quickly. Papa keeps Ricardo in the panic room for a week, but he feeds him and goes to talk to him. Lets me talk to him.

Ricardo apologizes to me. To my father. To Dante. He tells me about how his mother’s terminal, how the experimental treatment probably won’t even save her. How he feels like he did this for nothing.

Papa finally lets him go. He exiles him from the state, but Ricardo has money left over from Luciano to disappear.

Vaughn goes radio silent with Reese for a while, but eventually, they pick things back up. Sofia and Dmitri are still off and on.

And as for me and Dante?

Well.

We’re gettingmarried.

Dante insisted, the morning after we woke up the next day. “I’m going to make an honest woman out of you, Samantha,” hesaid, like it’s the eighteen century, and I giggled, threw my arms around him, kissed all over his face. He laughed and laughed. He put his hand on my stomach. Kissed me there. Didn’t even try to push me away.

Papa takes a little time to convince. “You just started seeing each other in my eyes!” he protested.

“I know, but I want to do the right thing,” Dante insisted.

“This isn’t a shotgun wedding. I’m not that old-fashioned.”

“I’d marry her anyway,” Dante said, turning to brush his nose against mine.

I cupped his face and kissed him. Papa groaned. “You and Mama taught me what love feels like, Papa. This is it,” I said quietly, and Papa cracked a smile for the first time since it happened.

Three days later, he’s building a nursery and calling wedding planners. It takes three months to plan, and I feel as big as a house. I say as much to Dante the night before our wedding, climbing into bed with a groan. Dante’s t-shirts don’t swallow me anymore.

He puts a hand on my belly. The baby kicks at his hand. “You’re gorgeous. Glowing.”

“If you say I’m glowing one more time, I’m going to hit you.” I blow my bangs out of my face. “I invited Vaughn Ricci, by the way.”

He gapes at me. “You didwhat?”