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Before the small reception, Christian drags me into a tiny room down the hall from where the guests are all waiting for us and I think my wish is about to come true to get Christian out of his tuxedo, but the tables are turned. “Christian, where are we going?” I plead as he drags me through the door before locking it.
“I can’t wait another minute to have you, Mrs. Greco,” he says as he drops to his knees.
“We can’t do this here,” I stammer. Ignoring my resistance, he pushes through the skirts of my wedding dress, kissing my legs until he finds the garter which he pulls down with his teeth. I gasp as I feel the wet heat between my thighs ,which start to tremble. The garter is off, followed by my silk thong he had paired with my wedding dress gift. As he pushes my legs apart, he pauses and looks up at me with those chocolate eyes and says, “I love you, Lara.”
Any resolve I had dissipate at those words. “I love you, Christain,” I whisper as my hands grasp his dark curls. He keeps looking into my eyes while he runs his fingers along my slit and then sliding two of them inside me. When my eyes flutter shut as my orgasm builds, his mouth begins working in harmony with the two fingers that are pumping in and out. I feel myself dripping onto his knuckles when he shoves a third finger inside me and pushes towards that special spot. When he finds it, a jolt of electricity hits me and I feel my knees buckle, but Christian holds me up as I moan and come again. When I finally go limp, he slides his hand out and holds his three fingers up triumphantly. My cheeks flush with color when he puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean. “You’re my favorite meal,la mia dolce meta.”
After we finally make it back to the small party and thank our guests, we escape to our intimate honeymoon night. We make love all night until we can’t breathe or move. Everything is perfect, and I finally feel as if I am ready to move on and put everything about the past behind me so that I can focus on what lies ahead.
But just as I am teetering on the precipice of figuring out what I want to do now, I wake up the very next morning and feel sick. “I’m not at all happy about this,” I complain from the confines of my bed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fire the chef who cooked the fish at the party, or maybe even take a finger or two,” Christian teases.
I roll my eyes at him because my stomach is still doing flips. “It wasn’t something I ate,” I say. “If it was, you’d be sick too. You should probably stay away from me so you don’t catch whatever bug I have.”
Christian looks at me as if I’ve said something stupid until I realize that I have. We made love all night, from dusk until dawn, and then even a little more after that. When Christian doesn’t come down with anything, it becomes clear that the affliction is mine alone. At first, I think that it’s just the aftermath of all the emotional turmoil I’ve been through. But when it lasts off and on for a few weeks, Christian insists I see a doctor.
“You’re pregnant,” the doctor announced when he comes back into the room with the results of the bloodwork panel that the technician had drawn.
“What?” I ask in astonishment. “But that’s—”
“Please don’t tell me it’s impossible,” the doctor laughs. “Trust me, I’ve heard it all before.”
I look over at Christian, who looks as equally shocked as I am. But after a moment or two, a smile grows on his face, and he stands up to shake the doctor’s hand as if we are suddenly celebrating something. I don’t feel like celebrating yet. In fact, I feel like being sick again. I love Christian with all my heart, and I did want to have a family someday far off in the distant future, but not now.
“Could we have a minute, please?” Christian asks the doctor when he notices the look of horror on my face. The doctor leaves us alone in the room and Christian cups his palm against my cheek to kiss me. “This is wonderful, albeit unexpected news,” he says with a smile when he pulls his lips from mine. “What thoughts are going through your head?”
“Thoughts?” I repeat, stalling before I open the floodgates of my response. “I don’t want to bring a child into this kind of life, Christian. Especially not if it’s a girl who winds up having to endure the same experiences I did.”
“Lara, I know things were difficult for you, but it doesn’t have to be that way for our child.” I hear him trying to rationalize it, but I am rather inconsolable about the whole thing. I can’t bring a child into this life, not yet. I don’t even have my own place in all of this figured out yet, nonetheless being responsible for a new life.
“I just need some time and space to wrap my mind around things,” I say. “Can you give me that please?”
He looks hurt, and I can tell he’s worried about me. But he appeases my request and gives me some time alone to myself to do some soul-searching. I spend a few days alone in my room, and I take a few walks alone in the city, even though I know I’m not actually alone, since Christian has men assigned to protect me when I go out. After a while, I come up with something. I know there’s one thing that will make me feel better about bringing an innocent baby into this lifestyle. One very surprisingthing that I want to ask Christian to give me, so I can feel comfortable knowing that this won’t end badly. I want Christian, and our entire crime family which I am now a part of, to become the most powerfulborgatain the city. It’s the only way to ensure the safety of our child without there ever being a chance of any emerging threat against us that might harm it.
24
CHRISTIAN
Now that Lara is pregnant with my child, I am even more viciously overprotective of her than I was before. And when she approaches me with the idea of what will put her mind at ease regarding this pregnancy, I’m worried she isn’t ready for the lifestyle it’ll entail. “I like the idea of making ourborgatauntouchable in the city,” I say. “But I’m not convinced you understand what that would mean. We would make a lot of enemies trying to overpower some of the other crime families.”
“So? Isn’t that what youcaposare always doing anyway?” she asks, knowing full-well that there’s more to it than that. “Always trying to increase your power and fortify your standing?”
“You make it sound as if I’m backing away from a challenge.”
“Aren’t you?”
I scowl at her, but chalk up her argumentative sass to the pregnancy hormones surging through her body. “No,” I say. “My crew and I are cutthroat enough to try, and quite possibly even succeed at becoming the most powerfulborgatain the city. But there’s a better way. I have a lot of wealth at my disposal.” I turn my thoughts over in my head. “Enough to purchase alliances with some of the other crime families and to buy off entire police departments.”
“Like my father?” she asks with a condemning look.
“No, not like your father. Your father sought personal gain, and I’m seeking only the protection of my family and what’s already rightfully mine. There’s a difference of motive.” I’m not so sure Lara believes me on that, but she’s at least willing to let me try things my way first. To be fair, I normally choose the path of violence and force, but now that I have a wife and an unborn child to protect, I want to mitigate the risks involved.
“I don’t care how you do it, but I won’t be happy about bringing a child into this world until I can guaranteeits safety.”
I reach out to hold her hand against my chest. “Lara, I know you’re worried. I know you’ve already lost so much. I promise you that you and our child will never have to live in fear again.”
I can see the hope swell in her eyes as they wet at the corners. “Show me,” she says. And with that, I get started.
