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I held her hand and imprinted my promise with a kiss on the scar on her wrist. And Kira nodded like she could read my mind.
Never again.
Epilogue
Kira
I turned uncomfortably in my bed for the hundredth time. My due date was in four days, and sleeping was extremely hard. I was too excited for my son to come. I knew I wouldn’t have deep nights of sleep after he was here, too, but at least then Gabriele could share the burden.
It was going to be amazing.
Pain surged through my lower abdomen, and I took a deep breath to ease the pain. I was a tall girl but also very narrow. The baby was squeezing a lot of places in my body, so it meant more pain as he grew bigger.
At least I was going to have additional help after the birth. My mom and sister Luda came to New York last week. I was a little unsure about calling them because I didn’t know if Gabriele wanted them here for that long, but when I suggested having my mom over for my birth and the first few weeks after that, he just told me it was a great idea, and he couldn’t wait to meet her.
Our new house was also much better for having guests. After I came back, Gabriele decided to move out of the penthouse. He said that our son needed a big garden to play in. So, we moved into a mansion. It was hard to believe how fast he found this place, but I guess he had his own methods.
I didn’t let him sell the penthouse, though. It held too many memories of us.
I was still having a hard time believing how much he was doing for me. I guess having my mom here, or our new house was nothing compared to our marriage. The great Capo di Tutti Capi Gabriele Falzone marrying a Russian woman. It was a great scandal, no doubt.
We married with a small ceremony and only had a few close friends. Basically, Gabriele’s siblings, his consigliere Roberto and Roberto’s wife Beatrice, whom I was also close with now.
And a few paparazzi.
It was the happiest day of my life, even though my Russian heritage and huge belly caused a lot of gossips. I didn’t care. I was married to the love of my life, and I wasn’t going to let anyone ruin it.
As Gabriele told me, Aleksei got ballistic the day our picture got in the paper. He was still in a civil war with his father-in-law, and he was losing. It also made me very happy. I wished him a very soon death.
Inside Cosa Nostra, there was also a lot of talk. On the East Coast, it was not hard to shut people up. Gabriele was really powerful. More powerful than he ever was, so talking shit about him meant certain death. He managed to make people accept our situation. Even if they didn’t like it, they couldn’t talk too loudly about it. It was all about power. The rest didn’t matter.
The Don of Los Angeles still sent a word asking if there were no women left in Cosa Nostra. Gabriele didn’t care. Turns out he was not a big threat. He was a little more concerned about what Chicago’s Capo Salvatore Vasile said. For years, they were talking about a truce. Gabriele was denying it for a while. They were both very strong against the Bratva.
Salvatore Vasile was angry, saying that Gabriele married someone from the Bratva. Gabriele said I was never part of the Bratva. They still had their truce talk going on, but I could tell that our marriage made it very nerve-racking.
Michele kept saying we should attack Chicago, but Roberto was all opposed to that idea. I was too nervous about it, but one night Gabriele assured me he was not going to do something dangerous while I was still pregnant.
After that, I stopped listening to them. I knew he would keep his promise. He would always keep his promise to me.
Also, I had more important problems. Like my horrible cramps right now.
I tried to get out of bed, but another strong one hit me. Okay, these were not my baby moving or anything. These were fucking contractions. And now, one of them was preventing me from getting up.
Taking a nap before dinner was a horrible idea. My worst idea, no doubt. My mom was downstairs cooking, and Gabriele was also downstairs playing with Luda. I was grateful he got along so well with my mom and sister, but I would definitely prefer him being here with me.
The next time I tried to get up, I managed, but I was still in pain. I got to my feet and slowly walked to the stairs. My contractions were coming faster. I prayed to the lord to make it to the hospital. This was too fucking fast.
When I reached the stairs, I knew I was not going to be able to make my way down. I clutched my belly with one hand and the railing with the other. “Gabriele!” I shouted. I hated to make him worried but hell, there was nothing else I could do. “Gabriele!” I called out again as another contraction came.
He appeared on the stairs almost immediately. His eyes were wide, and he seemed too scared as he climbed the stairs two-three at a time. “What is it?”
I clutched his arm instead of the railing for support and smiled a weak smile. “I think Adrian doesn’t want to wait.”
I chose the name. It sounded so beautiful like I knew my son was going to be. Also, it meant the son of Adria, and I just wanted to emphasize to everyone that he was an Italian in every way. I was not going to let my son get hurt because of my heritage.
I even suggested changing my name to Chiara, but Gabriele said it was fucking nonsense.
“Ah!” another surge of pain cut off my thoughts. And Gabriele took me into his arms in one sweep movement. He still seemed worried but determined. He would keep us safe.
