“Tomorrow, we’ll find out the sex of the baby.” I looked at each of them. “And pretty soon, we’ll know which one of you is my baby daddy.”
“Doesn’t matter to me,” Nico said.
“Same,” Stefan agreed.
Angelo nodded.
Dante rubbed his hand over my stomach. “This baby is a Luciano. The next Boardwalk King.”
“What if it’s a girl?”
Dante’s lips brushed mine. “Then she’ll be a powerful queen like her mother.”
Epilogue
DANTE
Eighteen months later…
Ava was sleeping with Angelo and Stefan when I cracked open the bedroom door. I was out later than usual with Nico, dealing with a dispute. Over the past year, Nico was becoming someone I leaned on. Someone I trusted.
And a good advisor.
“We should let them sleep,” Nico whispered.
I shook my head. “No, I haven’t seen Ava for more than an hour over the past two days. I’m sleeping next to my wife.”
Nico tipped my head down the hall, a smile on his face. “I’m going to check on Salvatore.”
Some days, I couldn’t stand sharing my wife with my brothers. But for the most part, this fucked-up relationship worked.
All of us moved into one apartment. Mine was larger than the others, so I broke through the wall of our father’s apartment. Now we had more rooms than we could count.
Enough space for our growing family.
Ava delivered Salvatore last year. He was blond-haired with blue eyes.
Salvatore was Nico’s son.
She got pregnant again a few months after she had him. Boy or girl, it didn’t matter to me. But this time, she was carrying my child.
I made sure of it.
It was hard enough trying to explain why my son looked like Nico. So I told my brothers they could pull out or get the fuck out.
Nico headed down the hall to check on Salvatore. I shut the door behind me and sat on the edge of the bed, kicking off my shoes. Ava rolled over and stretched her arm across the empty space on the mattress.
“Dante?” She swept her arm to the right and brushed my thigh. “What time is it?”
“After two in the morning.”
She groaned. “Again?”
I stripped off my clothes, rolled onto my side, and wrapped my arm around her. Ava was naked and rubbing her pussy on my cock. After the night I had, I wasn’t ready to sleep. I wanted to fuck until I could forget every problem in my life. My wife was the only person who could take my mind off all the shit that haunted me.
“I missed you,” I whispered right before I kissed her.
She moaned into my mouth when I cupped her breast in my hand. I rolled the pad of my thumb over her nipple, and the tiny bud hardened.
