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She looks up at me, hazel eyes shining. “I know you will. It doesn’t scare you though? That we might be having a baby and you have so much other stuff going on in your life right now?”

I tuck her hair behind her ear and send up a quick prayer to whatever god there is that brought her back to me. “The only thing I’m scared of is losing you. I’d give it all up if you want me to because I don’t want any of it without you, Rayne. We can even go live in your apartment in San Francisco if that’s where you truly want to be.”

She snorts a giggle. “You would be like a giant in my apartment, Enzo. I’m not even sure you’d fit in the shower.”

I gently tip her chin up so she can see that I’m not joking about this. “I’m serious. I know our life in Las Vegas is what you wanted once, but if that’s changed… I will follow you wherever you want to go.”

She trails her fingertip across my cheek. “I love you for saying that, but that would mean leaving your brothers, leaving your family, and I could never ask you to do that. They need you now more than ever.”

“You’re my family, cuore mio. The only family I cannot bear to live without. My life means nothing without you. Say the word and I’ll leave all of it behind. We can go wherever you choose. Get back on my bike and disappear. Just please say you’ll give me another chance. I promise I won’t fuck this one up.”

She stares at me, tears filling her hazel eyes, and it feels like the whole world stops turning while I wait for her answer.

Epilogue

ENZO

4 months later

The room is full today, like it is the second Thursday of every month. Instead of Carmine’s haphazard, egomaniacal, playing favorites way of running things, we actually have a strategy now. A strategy that ensures nobody steps on anyone else’s toes and everyone’s business interests are treated with equal respect and therefore flourish. The heads of the six other families, along with their seconds, sit around the table. Rafael and Luca at either side of me while Micah is absent. He maintains his distance from this side of our business, and therefore his credibility with the governor and the gambling commission.

This is what I was raised my whole life for, isn’t it? What my father always wanted for me, and now here I am. The king of all I survey.

The door opens and she lingers in the doorway, immediately looking like she regrets it when she sees the meeting is still in progress. It ran over, and now I’m late for dinner.

“You can leave now,” I say abruptly.

She blinks at me for a few seconds, like she might think there is any world where I’m talking to her. Rafael and Luca know who I’m addressing, and they stand immediately. The other men quickly follow suit, but my eyes remain fixed on her. “Come here, cuore mio.”

She slips into the room right before the rest of them start filing out past her. I hold out my hand and she heads straight for me, her hips swaying like a pendulum. I’m hypnotized by this woman. Obsessed with her. In every single fucking way.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, just wanted to let you know dinner didn’t quite go to plan, and we may have to order in.”

My hands on her waist, I pull her to stand between my thighs and press a kiss on her stomach. “Ciao, mi hijo,” I whisper to her growing bump before I look up and give her my full attention. “And here I was thinking you were here to bring me my dinner.”

She winces. “I know, but I burned the sausage and now the whole thing tastes like charred meat and not the dish I was hoping for at all.”

I shake my head. “That’s not the dinner I was referring to, baby.”

She blinks, adorably confused. I lift her onto the table in front of me. Now, she gets it.

“Enzo Medici, you have a one-track mind.”

“One that always leads directly to you, Mrs. Medici.”

She sighs softly, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I don’t think I’ll ever not love hearing you call me that.”

“Good.” I kiss her neck. “Because I will never tire of calling you my wife.” Once we confirmed her pregnancy, our baby steps plan got tossed completely out of the window in favor of my let’s make up for the six years we lost strategy. I proposed to her on the rooftop terrace, with a simple diamond ring, the color of her favorite roses. And then Angelo married us just a few short weeks ago. I have never been happier in my life, or prouder of this woman right here. “Now be a good girl and lay down for me so I can eat.”

She obeys without hesitation, her plump lip caught between her teeth. I love that my girl always wants me just as much as I want her. Slipping my hand beneath her dress, I peel off her panties, hold them to my nose, and inhale the intoxicating scent of her before stuffing them into my pocket for later.

Spreading her thighs wide, I place her feet on the arms of my chair and take a moment to admire her pussy, already glistening with need. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, an animal-like groan rolling in my throat at the sight of her. “You’re already so wet for me, cuore mio.”

She arches her back, and that sweet pussy gets even closer to my face, desperate for me. “Enzo,” she whines.

I brush the pad of my thumb over her swollen clit, teasing her gently. “I know what you need, baby. I always know, don’t I?”

Her hips buck upward as she tries to increase the pressure of my thumb. I roll my chair forward a few inches, dip my head between her spread thighs, and inhale her intoxicating scent. “You know I love eating you on my boardroom table, baby. Every time I sit here and have to listen to all the business talk, I imagine you spread open for me like this. All wet and needy.” She slips her hand between her thighs, two of her fingertips joining my thumb. “Oh, you want to take care of yourself while I watch?”