This woman has no idea we’re making a baby.
I shift us to the center of the bed. Her legs coil around my waist, and for the first time in a long time, we make love. I drive into her while locking eyes. “Come for me again, Serenity.”
I nip her lower lip as I thrust inside her, releasing my seed deep within, ensuring my swimmers reach their mark.
“Nico,” she cries out.
I pull out of her, fall at her side, and release her long hair from the hair tie.
My fingers stroke her hair as I hold her in my arms. I’m not cleaning her up yet.
She looks up at me. “Where is the prisoner?”
I rattle off the address.
“That’s not far at all. I’m going in the morning to take care of the problem.”
“We’ll go together,” I tell her.
She smiles and kisses my lips. I think she’s finally coming around.
I ease inside her wet pussy and fuck her again.
When I wake, Serenity isn’t in my arms.
The bed’s cold where she should be. My gaze cuts around the room—heavy curtains drawn tight, the place still cloaked in darkness. Feels like midnight, but the clock flashes ten a.m.
Damn. I was out longer than I thought.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand beside a folded note in her handwriting. I snatch it up and press it to my ear.
“Yeah?” I answer groggily.
“Something you were looking for is waiting for you,” Miff says.
“Great. I’ll be down soon.”
I hang up and flip the note open.
Nico, I went to your warehouse to pick up that thing.
Serenity
Of course she did.
Chapter Twenty-Three
SERENITY
MAKING MOVES
My cheek brushes against Nico’s thick, hairy chest. I let my hand trace the contours of his strong, muscled arm as he sleeps soundly beside me. I cherish this moment with him. Who am I fooling? I’ve always loved Nico. Countless times, I fought to keep my feelings at bay. Yet, he’s the one who’s always there when I need him most.
Knowing his enemy singled me out from all the women Nico dates confirms that I’m the one he spends the most time with. A flutter of butterflies stirs in my stomach. Maybe Nico and I could be a couple again. I nervously bite the corner of my lip.
He brought you a gift, Serenity.
A smile tugs at the edges of my lips. This past September, on his twenty-fifth birthday, Nico claimed the mafia throne. I wanted to be there for the ceremony, but he might have seen my presence as a sign that I’m ready to settle down. But now that he’s told me he wants a relationship, will he want to marryimmediately? Hopefully, I can persuade him to take things slowly.
