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I stared at him and he huffed. “You’re going to be a pain in my ass, I can tell. You are lucky I love you.”
He still loved me?
Ignoring the sticky mess between us, I yanked him toward me and kissed him hard. My head was spinning. This was all I’d ever wanted, and I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. I would happily stand by this man’s side for the rest of my life. Whether that was here, Italy, Canna . . . I didn’t care as long as we were together.
When we broke apart, he wore a sex-drunk smile on his face. “Ti amo, assassino.”
Bending, I pressed a soft kiss to his swollen lips. “Ti amo, Don Ravazzani.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Giulio
Ravazzani Estate, Siderno
One week later
This time I told them we were coming.
This meant when Alessio and I stepped out onto the patio behind the castello, no one was surprised. Wary, but not surprised.
I ignored the stares of my family and focused on my half sister, Noemi. “Principessa!” I called out. “Buon compleanno!”
Her eyes went wide. “Lio!” She slid off Frankie’s lap and took a step toward me, but paused when her gaze landed on Alessio. She wasn’t comfortable with strangers, so I wasn’t worried. Soon she would love my ragazzo as much as I did.
They all would.
Rafe had no such reservations. My half brother launched himself toward me. I passed Noemi’s gift to Alessio to hold and lifted three-year-old Rafe off his feet. He liked when I flipped him upside down, so I held him by his ankles and let him dangle. “Signorino! You are so much bigger than the last time I saw you.”
Frankie scooped up Noemi and brought her over to say hello. I released Rafe and bent to kiss my little sister’s cheek. “There she is,” I said softly. “Ciao, Mimi.”
She reached for me and I took her into my arms for a hug. Mimi was a snuggler. “Are you having a good birthday?” I asked her.
She nodded against my throat. I shifted and pointed to Alessio. “Mimi, this is il mio ragazzo, Alessio.”
Alessio gave her a tiny smile and held out the present. “Tanti auguri a te.” Many good wishes to you.
She perked up and accepted the present. “What do you say, Noemi?” Frankie urged.
“Grazie,” Noemi said.
“Don’t I even get a hello anymore?” Frankie muttered as we kissed cheeks.
“Hello, matrigna. You look even more pregnant than the last time I saw you.” She was in her seventh month, but still appeared as beautiful as ever.
“Fuck off. And it’s your father’s fault.” She moved to Alessio. “Ciao, Alessio. Welcome to our home.”
He bent and kissed both her cheeks. “Buongiorno, Frankie. It is nice to properly meet you.”
Frankie took Noemi out of my arms, whispering, “He is in a mood. Be careful.”
I knew who she meant and I wasn’t worried. I had plenty of experience handling my father.
I greeted Zia next, who held my cheeks and declared that I was too thin. Then she spoke quietly to Alessio, his big frame nearly folded in half so he could hear her better. While they were busy talking, I looked over to the head of the table.
Fausto was busy glaring at me, his fingers drumming impatiently on the wood. Marco was at his side, also unhappy. My father and I had business to attend to. Some of that was related to what I was doing in Málaga, but mostly it had to do with Alessio.
I walked over. Fausto unfolded and rose from his chair. When I was within reach he clasped my shoulders and kissed my cheeks. Then he pulled me in for a hug, clapping me on the back. “Figlio mio,” he said, his tone tight. “I thought we discussed this.”
