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“Get a doctor,” I bark the order, but it’s not for my father. Luna took a direct shot to her vest. While the vest did its job, there’s still a possibility she could be really hurt.
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Luna
I lie in the bed with the television playing reruns ofThe Big Bang Theorywhile Dario is downstairs taking care of the family business. I knew that a direct shot to the vest could kill me, but it was better me than Dario. Vittoria is lying in the bed at my side sound asleep. She cried herself to sleep after Spencer brought her in to be with me. She stayed with Dario and me while the doctor checked me over.
I have lots of bruising, but I’ll live. I knew what was going to happen before it even happened. I saw the change in Dario’s father the moment he made the decision to end his son’s life. I pulled out the knife I always have strapped to my thigh, and I did what I had to do. I feel bad he had to die, and I’m afraid that Dario’snonnawill never forgive me for killing her son.
A knock sounds on the door, and I pull the gun from the nightstand and hold it next to me.
“Come in,” I yell.
The doctor said I shouldn’t fight or do anything too strenuous or heavy for the next several days because my shoulder is extremely bruised.
“Hello.”Nonnastands in the doorway.
“Mrs. Revello, I’m so sorry,” I apologize again, like I have many times.
“Don’t you worry,piccolo angelo,” she coos as she moves across the room. She’s tiny, and I see where Vittoria gets her small frame from. “I know it’s awful to say, but I’d pick Dario over my son every chance. My son’s heart was bad. He hasn’t been the same since he lost Dario’s mother. Her death broke him.” She tries to explain. She sits on the side of the bed. “I’m just glad Dario and you are safe.”
She sits with me for an hour until Dario comes upstairs and tells me it’s time to leave. In the car on the way back to his vineyard, he explains that he got a unanimous vote once all the evidence was exposed. Dario is the head of the family now and will continue to lead the Revello family with the help of the Morellos, Lupos, and Cardarellis. The information that pushed the board the most was the fact that Giuseppe went with the Nigerians to give information about the Rossis, which led to their murder. The Nigerians are the enemy of all the families. No one should have sided with them, and it’s what angered them the most.
Now I lie in our bed and feel Dario’s soft breath on my skin as he sleeps. I’ve been willing to die for this man over and over because most of my life I lived in exile away from those I love and care for. He freed me. He broke me from my mind and soothed all my scars with his lips.
“You’re thinking too much,” he growls in my ear.
I roll over and slide my leg over his hip so his cock is pressed at my core.
“Make love to me,” I whisper against his lips before he kisses me gently.
He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t slam into me like I want. Instead, he makes sweet, slow love to me. Cracking open my heart more and making me love him more.
Epilogue
THREE YEARS LATER
LUNA
As I walk through the gallery, I smile when I see the walls covered in Vittoria’s artwork. All on display, and all sold. She smiles at me as I move among the people, making my way to where she and Dario are standing. She’s dressed in a slinky wrap dress that barely covers her butt.
Dante put me in touch with Isabel Cardarelli, who was one of the girls who helped me at the church before I was sold to the doctor. Meeting her and seeing that she survived that place makes me feel better. I knew somewhere down deep in my soul I was saving all those kids and other people from the doctor because of my brief experience at the church. I wish I had remembered the church sooner so I could have helped more. When Isabel told me that her husband, Pace, blew it up, I felt a lot better.
I smile at my husband. I’m so glad every day that we found each other. He knew before I did that we were meant to be together and fought to prove it to me. He showed me that I am so much more than what they created. I’m Luna Lupo-Revello.
Someone bumps into me, and I watch as my husband storms across the gallery toward me.
“Watch it, fucker. Can’t you see she’s pregnant,” he barks in Italian, and the guy who bumped me cringes away.
My husband, the Capo of the Revello family, is usually calm, cool, and collected. But since the moment I told him I was pregnant seven months ago, he’s been a bear. He makes sure that everyone knows it’s his baby I’m carrying and that if they touch me, he’ll kill them. He has a protection detail on me at all times, even when I’m here at the gallery that I now run.
It took us a while to get pregnant, and I know Dario is worried about me and the baby both. The specialist I’m seeing says that all of the drugs should have worked out of my system by now and that’s probably why it took me so long to get pregnant. I don’t care because it gave Dario and me time to be a couple and travel. I can now say I’ve traveled and not killed someone in every town I’ve visited.
I laugh and run my hand down his chest. “Amore mio, I’m okay.” I soothe him, and he leans down to take my lips in a nearly scandalous kiss for being in public.
“Okay, you two, come up for air, would you?” Vittoria chuckles as she moves close to me.
“All sold, little cousin.” I laugh at her as Dario holds me tight to his front. I know he wants me, because I want him too. We’ll be lucky if we make it home without stepping into my office so we can relieve each other of this constant need we have.
