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I grinned. “Is it working?”

She shook her head. “I’m so scared, Luca. After all the stories I’ve heard about initiation, I feel sick to my stomach.”

“Baby, you’re our queen. Do you need the crown to remind you of its strength? Of your strength.”

She chuckled, blush dusting her pale cheeks. “No.”

Alex only wore her crown on special occasions with the Knights. Sometimes, I brought it into the bedroom and made her wear the crown and nothing else. She was so fucking sexy. Seven kids changed her body, but for the better. Our wife had curves for days, her tits even fuller than before she had kids.

We were eighteen when we met, the same age as our twin boys. Back then, she was so young and naïve. Just as broken and damaged as the rest of us. But now, she was strong, a queen in her own right, and the one person who changed all of us.

After one twin succeeded me, Alex would no longer be the Queen of The Devil’s Knights. And no one else would ever have the honor of holding that position. She was the only queen of our corrupt empire.

“Ma,” Leo said as he walked out the front door beside Angelo. “Would ya stop crying already?” He wrapped his arms around Alex, towering over her. “No one died. Aliens haven’t invaded the planet. It’s not the end of the world. We’ll be back at the end of the summer.”

“And then, you’ll be leaving me again for Harvard.” She cupped his cheek and smiled. “I hate this.”

“I love you, Ma.” He bent down and kissed her cheek. “Stop worrying about us.”

“Yeah, Ma.” Angelo yanked his mother from his brother’s arms and patted her back. “We’re grown-ass men. Would ya chill?” She raised an eyebrow at him, and he added, “Please?”

“So much like your fathers.” She sighed, gripping their muscular biceps. “I’m going to miss both of you.”

“We promise not to get ourselves killed,” Leo joked.

“Not funny,” Alex shot back.

I curled my arm around her. “Remember, I can see everything they’re doing. Nothing is going to happen to them. I promise.”

They would lie, cheat, kill, and steal. Do pretty much anything their Pledge Master forced them to do. But it was an environment I controlled.

Knowing I was right, she relaxed, letting her shoulders drop a few inches. “Give me one more kiss before you go.”

“Ma,” Leo grunted.

She raised her hand and beckoned him with her index finger. “Nope. Don’t you Ma me. Get your cute butt over here and give me a proper goodbye.”

The twins hugged Alex, smacking kisses on her cheeks. They were both six feet five inches and so strong. The twins looked like me, except Leo had Alex’s blonde curly hair that he kept short. Angelo was my spitting image and even spiked his hair like mine.

I was so fucking proud of them.

They graduated with the highest honors from Astor Prep and would attend my alma mater, Harvard University, in the Fall. Soon they would be Knights. I couldn’t wait until the day I got both of them on their knees in the temple, surrounded by the Knights, as I welcomed them into our organization.

This was tradition.

A rite of passage.

Their birthright.

My father and Adriana came outside a moment later with Eve. She was seventeen and going into her final year at Astor Prep. Cato went straight to Bastian’s side like an obedient dog. They had issues for years, but after Bash found some common ground with him, they were inseparable. He looked like Bash more each day and was fourteen, about to start high school.

Marcus clung to my dad’s hip and was tall for a six-year-old. Adriana held Santino, who had just turned four. We knew the moment Alex delivered Saint that he wasn’t Bash’s kid. Alex wanted to name him Santino because he was our little saint. One more miracle after trying for a long time. We did one final paternity test and discovered he was Marcello’s boy.

Sofia left for France a few days ago, where she studied culinary arts at Le Cordon Bleu in Paris.

She wanted to be a master chef.

None of us could cook, so she didn’t get it from her parents. Damian taught her how to use a knife but left out how he acquired those skills. Eventually, she learned how to make pastries and entrees from our chefs.

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