Mafia Casanova - M. Robinson Page 0,84
“So, you’re my daddy now?”
He was too young to get it.
But the words had needed to be said.
I pulled him into my lap and kissed his head. “I’ll be your daddy forever.”
He turned in my lap and threw his skinny arms around my neck, burying his face against me. “I can’t wait to tell Jude tomorrow. Hey, can you come to school and drop me off?”
“Of course.”
“Yay!” He did a little fist pump. “Oops! Gotta go pee.”
And then he was gone.
Eden cleared her throat. “No weapons.”
“I wasn’t going to—”
“You were literally plotting poor little Jude’s death in your head; I saw the tense look on your face. He’s six…”
“Still.” My jaw clenched. “Little shit for brains isn’t even good enough to be my son’s friend. I would never hurt a child, but trip one by accident? Tie his shoes together? Teach Naz how to take his enemies down one by one by plucking them from—”
“Mama! Daddy!” Naz came blazing back into the room. “I forgive Jude. It’s not his fault he’s mean. I’m just gonna tell him that it hurt my feelings.”
Damn it. Save me from a son who has more self-control and kindness in his heart than his mom and me combined.
“Good idea, buddy.” Eden ruffled his head. “Now, off to bed; I’ll be right in to say goodnight.”
He skipped off.
And once he was gone, I murmured, “At least let me glare at him…”
“Deal.” She burst out laughing and turned, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Once a made man, always a made man.”
“Hey, this made man keeps you safe. Keeps his family safe.”
“Yes.” She smiled. “He does.”
“Mammmmmmma!” Naz yelled.
“Hurry and kiss him goodnight so I can kiss you everywhere.” I grinned.
She laughed, sliding her hand down the front of my pants.
I was instantly hard.
She gave a throaty laugh. “Neat trick.”
“I have many tricks. Now hurry before I embarrass myself.”
“I love you, Romeo Casanova.”
“Love you too, Red.”
“Forever.”
“Forever,” I repeated.
My everything was in this house.
My world.
My future.
My son.
And soon-to-be… my wife.
EPILOGUE
“The West? Oh honey, I’m the wicked witch of everything.” —The Wicked Witch of Oz
Romeo
Now: Eight months later
“Oh God, right there…” Eden nearly came off the bed as I thrust into her, she scratched up my back, and I moved her to a sitting position to let her ride.
I preferred being the one in control, but I could allow it this time.
It was our honeymoon.
Plus, watching her tits bounce in front of my face was a great way to start my day.
“So good,” I rasped, her breasts slapped against my skin, her core so full of me that it was nearly painful. “Harder.”
“I’m so close!” she panted.
Bouncing up and down.
Rotating her hips back and forth.
I dug my fingers into her ass, making her ride me hard and faster.
More demanding.
See, I still had to be in control.
“Take me, take everything.” I gripped her hips and set her at a wilder pace; her jaw went slack, clamping down around me.
It had been like this before.
And after.
And now that we were married, it seemed like all she wanted was sex.
I never used a condom, and she still wasn’t pregnant. All the more reason to practice.
I came deep inside of her, and she fell onto my chest.
“You’ve been really horny lately,” I commented when she relaxed against me.
“About that…” Her eyes met mine. “I may be a little bit pregnant.”
“Red, you’re either all the way pregnant or not pregnant at all. That’s like saying, it’s not sex when only the tip goes in.”
“Worst example ever,” she grumbled, leaning her forehead on mine. “And I am pregnant.”
“You’re lying.”
“Why would I lie?”
“To make me happy.”
“I make you happy without lying to you, Romeo Sinacore.”
“Well then, you’re fucking with me, Eden Sinacore.”
“I would never.”
“Prove it.”
She smirked.
I flipped her over, hovering above. Kissing her belly, I put my ear to her stomach. “I don’t hear her.”
“Her?”
“Yes. I don’t hear our baby girl.”
“How do you know it’s a girl?”
“Because I know these things. I kill people for a living.”
“Bad people. You kill bad people for a living.”
“Same difference.”
“Actually, it’s really different.”
“Hello,” I crooned to her stomach. “Little Red, are you in there?”
My eyes locked with hers. Eden’s filled with fresh tears. “You’re going to make me cry.”
“Fuck, maybe you are pregnant.”
“There is no maybe. I am.”
I narrowed my eyes at her.
She reached into the nightstand, pulling out what appeared to be a positive pregnancy test.
“Here is your proof.”
Joy burst in my chest, an emotion I was unfamiliar with up until the last year when Eden and Naz became mine.