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He says my name before throwing his head back and moaning. His hips jerk once, twice, three times as he comes.While we’re still connected, he lowers us to the floor, holding me down as he continues pumping his hips. His cock never fully leaves me as he makes sure I don’t lose any of his cum.
He drags his mouth to my ear and licks the lobe before answering, “I will fuck you this hard every day until there’s a baby in you.” His lips trail kisses down the sensitive skin of my neck.
I turn my head to brush my lips over his. “To us makingbabies.”
He smiles against my mouth. “That’s my princess.”
53
TWO WEEKS LATER
“Unfortunately, we’ve run out of Sonny’s men to kill,” Damien informs me over the phone.
I shift my car to park and pop my neck. “Very unfortunate.”
The traitors who sided with Sonny—whether by choice or chance—are now burning in hell. It didn’t take long to do that either. It’s also a massive relief I don’t have anyone challenging my control of the family.
Many of his soldiers begged us, expressing weak apologies and pleading loyalty to me, to spare their lives.
I made sure they suffered longer in their deaths.
Don’t attempt to win me over with false allegiance.
It only pisses me off more.
I think Damien is more disappointed than I am that our Sonny murdering spree has ended. He’s been on a rampage tour, as if running for the record of killing the most Cosa Nostra men in the city. Sonny’s actions are the reason Damien signed the marriage contract, so he’s unleashing his anger on anyone who helped with that.
I’ll need to talk to him tonight.
Find him somewhere else to direct that energy.
He can focus more on the casino. Not only did I promote him as my underboss, but I’ve also given him part ownership of Lucky Kings.
My life will never be perfect, but it’s getting damn close.
All the women I love are safe.
I go to bed with my wife every night, and she fucks my brains out while we try for a baby.
Happy wife, happy life, right?
But there’s one thing holding back that complete happiness for her.
Her family.
“I’ll meet you at the casino in an hour,” I tell Damien. “I need to take care of something.”
“Please say you’re not where I think you are,” he says. “It isn’t a good idea.”
“I’ll get it worked out.” I massage my forehead.
“I guess if the Marchettis kill you, it’ll give me more people to kill.”
We end the call, and I turn a corner, driving, until I arrive at the black iron gates with a largeMengraved on each side.
“Oh, hell no,” the beefy guard wearing too much cologne grunts when he approaches my car. “Not a fucking Lombardi.”
“Tell Cristian I want to speak with him.” I grind my teeth.
