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“Thane and I have already made email contact with the Coldlake detectives. It looks official and they don’t suspect a thing. Next, we try and make an appointment to meet with them at the station. When we do, I’ll take Salvatore and Chiara to the factory and we’ll see what we can turn ourselves into.”
“What’s the factory?” Chiara asks.
“That’s my place, kitten. You’ve never been to my loft or the place where I work before. I can’t wait to show it to you.”
Cassius takes Chiara’s face in his hands and kisses her. “See that you’re careful. You’re walking into the lion’s den and those cops could take you straight to your father if they realize who you are.”
Lorenzo gets to his feet. “I’m not turning cartwheels at the thought, but Chiara’s always said she wanted to help. You’ll be careful, won’t you, princess?”
“I will,” she tells him with a smile.
He points a forefinger at her. “See that you are. I’m not kidding.” Then he walks off, muttering, “What a fucking plan. I prefer my plans.”
“That’s because when you make plans, Chiara ends up naked in your bed,” I call after him.
“Exactly,” he calls over his shoulder.
After that, things come together faster than Thane or I anticipated. Within a week I’m looking at an email from the detectives at Coldlake Central Police Station confirming our appointment.
“Well, fuck. We did it.” I put my phone into my pocket and head to my car, smiling. It’s not my usual Lamborghini, but a dark blue mid-range sedan with tinted windows.
Chiara is at Salvatore’s house having coffee with Ginevra and playing with the baby. When I walk into the lounge twenty minutes later, Chaira has Camillo in her arms and she’s feeding him from a bottle. I smile at the sight, because she just looks so sweet with a baby in her arms. Cassius and Salvatore were annoyed that Lorenzo locked her up for her fertile days, but if it worked, I don’t care. I won’t put up with Lorenzo doing that again, but the sooner Chiara is pregnant, the sooner the four of us will be fathers. I’m nearly thirty. Cassius will be forty in a few years’ time. We’re in our primes and we don’t have children, but goddamn it, we should have lots of children. Chiara’s only eighteen and that means she has plenty of childbearing years ahead of her.
She says she only wants four. Screw four.
I head over to her with a smile and drop a kiss on her lips. “Aren’t you a pretty picture?”
Chiara only wants to gush about the baby. “He’s so sweet, and Ginevra says he’s such a good sleeper and he barely cries. My mom always says I was a good baby so maybe we’ll have one just like him.”
Maybe we will, but it depends who the baby takes after. Among the four of us, there’s bound to be an Olympic-level screamer. “If our baby takes after me, he’ll be cute as a button. Or perhaps you’ll have twins, like me and Amalia.”
“Twins, I hadn’t thought of that.” She looks both nervous and excited at the thought.
Ginevra says, “Chiara’s been telling me that my little Camillo has been making my brother and his friends as broody as hens.”
I let Camillo grasp my forefinger and I wiggle it gently up and down. “How could he not? Look at this adorable bundle.”
“Did you come here to coo over the baby or did you have business with Salvatore?” Chiara asks.
“Business with you, actually, kitten. Things are moving forward on that plan we talked about.”
Chiara’s eyes open wide. “That’s wonderful. Give me a few minutes and then I’m all yours.”
I stroke her cheek and smile. “No rush. Get your fill of baby cuddles.”
“What’s that boring car doing in my driveway, Vinicius?”
I turn around and see Salvatore standing in the doorway. “Oh, hello. That car? We have plans for that car. You, me, and Chiara.”
Realization flashes over his face, and I head over to him. In a soft voice that won’t carry to Ginevra, I murmur, “Detective Johansson, Detective Bartlett, and Junior Detective Bianca Azzuro have appointments this Thursday with the Coldlake cold case team.”
“You’re a magician. I can’t believe you’ve managed it.”
“Believe it. I’m a master. When Chiara’s finished with the baby, I’m taking you both to the factory and we’re trying on disguises.”
I watch Chiara talking to Camillo, her forefinger brushing the tip of his nose. “Doesn’t that sight just melt your heart and harden your dick.”
Salvatore gazes at her, a lopsided smile on his face. “Absolutely.”
