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“I’m already yours. Have been for way longer than I even wanted to be,” I say, thinking about how the two of us came to be in the first place. “Always will be, too.”
49
NICCOLÒ
The road back to being a clean, sober version of myself has been paved with fucking bullshit. But I’m here.
I am fucking here.
And that’s more than I can say for the piece of shit that is Gabriel fucking Amato.
My woman is a goddamn beast, and I love her.
I love her, and I can’t wait to tell her. And it isn’t just because she killed the piece of shit who I’ve pretended was my father for my entire life. It’s because she is who she is, and that is a badass fucking woman who I cannot keep my hands or mind off of.
I’ve been out of rehab for one day, and although everything is raw and fresh and real, I feel like I have a new lease on life. I mean, not much is going to change by way of how I intend to run this family, but my outlook on things has definitely improved since I first walked into the rehab.
I need to do all of the things—meet with the family, who Dom and Matteo have been keeping a hold on since I’ve been gone, thank Dante for watching over both Evelina and Giana, figure out where my mother is, and if she is. I have no idea what Gabriel did to her after he found out about her lying to him for all these years. I’m terrified to learn the truth of her whereabouts and if she’s still alive, because even though my mother wasn’t always the best person or example, she is still my mother.
But the most important thing I need to do is see my woman and tell her I’ve done more thinking in these sixty something days than I’ve ever done in all my life. I need to tell her I love her. Need to tell her everything I’ve been writing in this therapist-given journal I was assigned to utilize.
When I walk into Dante and Giana’s house and see Evelina making her way toward me down the winding staircase, I swear my fucking heart stops beating. Just like all those months ago when I first saw her, like when I watched her in the bookstore, like when I saw her shooting that target and getting bull’s-eye after bull’s-eye…
“God, I’ve fucking missed you,” I say, and she grins from ear-to-ear.
I’ve only been allowed two visits with her since I woke up in the hospital after she saved us, and I swear to god, Evelina is a harder habit to quit than whatever the drugs that flowed through my veins were. She’s more addicting than any of that shit.
I finally reach her and scoop her up and into my arms. She smells so fucking good, so fucking familiar. I finally feel myself ease back into my body, home with her.
I set her down and allow my eyes to roam over her equally addicting body.
The short-sleeved dress hugs her perfect bump that’s grown what seems like three times in size since the last time I saw her at the rehab center.
I look at her as I reach out, silently asking if I can touch it, and she nods, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulders while she takes my hands and places them on her belly.
“You’re both mine,” I say as I rub my hands gently over her swollen belly. “Whether you like it or not.”
We don’t know if the baby is technically mine or the piece of shit who is locked up and being tormented by both my family and the DeSantis crew. We’ve let him almost die multiple times but the pleasure is going to be Giana and Evelina’s eventually. Maybe Sofia’s too.
Until then, we’ll keep the bastard hanging on by a thread.
Stefano will continue to rot away down there, too.
The sad excuses for men are paying for their separate transgressions. And it’s heaven on earth to watch as they endure their fate as they wait to meet their maker.
My attention goes to Ev and the baby again. It doesn’t matter who the father technically is. This baby is mine. Evelina is mine.
I bend down and place my forehead against hers as she locks her arms around my neck.
“You never did give me a choice, did you? So obsessed…”
She laughs, and it’s music to my fucking ears, hearing her this way.
I pull away from her and get down on one knee, pulling the ring out of my pocket. I had Dom stop on the way here to help me pick it out. He grunted and scoffed the whole time about marriage being a fucking sham, but in the end, I know he’s happy for me.
“I don’t give a shit that we’re in Dante and Giana’s house or that they may come around the corner at any—”
“They’re out. They won’t be back for a while,” Evelina says as her eyes well up with tears.
