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He’s rounding the island and dropping to his knees at my side. Spencer pulls me into his body, and I latch on with everything in me. I won’t ever let him go again.
“Princess, are you okay?” he asks as he tries to pull away, but I won’t let him release me.
“I’m not shot. I’m scared. I’m pregnant,” I tell him.
He gasps as he falls to his butt on the floor and pulls me in tighter.
Spencer
Ihated watching Mustafa pull that gun out and feared he was going to kill her. When he aimed for Vincenzo, I knew what was going to happen. Then my girl had to rush up there. I lost the audio right before Vincenzo was shot. I told my men and Dario’s team to stand by. I knew as soon as I shot Mustafa there would be chaos, and I wasn’t wrong. I only stayed in my spot to take out a couple more men who tried to get to her before I was up in motion and shooting as I went.
The breach was successful, and the Nigerian stronghold was completely decimated. He won’t be making war with us anymore. Others will try, but we’ve shown them what happens when they bring in family.
I’m sitting in a hospital a couple of hours later, having my princess checked out. I’m happy she’s safe and sound. She’s sleeping on the bed in my arms. She hasn’t let me let her go for long. I’m not going to let her get far for a very long time.
The doctor said she’s about seven weeks pregnant, which puts her getting pregnant that first weekend we were together. My boys did what needed to be done. She’s bred, and we can now tell everyone that we did wed. I hate that we had to hide it for the last couple of weeks. Dario knew because he gave his blessing. He also had been trying to get Mustafa to talk to him to let him know there would not be an engagement. But he wouldn’t give Dario the time of day. Now we don’t have to worry about him.
I fall asleep holding her to my body until they release us. Her mother hasn’t spoken to me. I don’t know if it’s because we lied and didn’t tell her we were married or if it’s because she lied and got her daughter captured.
epilogue one
Twenty-Two Weeks Later
Vittoria
“Princess,” he growls, and I try not to moan or giggle. All he has to do is walk in the room and I want him. These pregnancy hormones are crazy intense.
“Yes, husband.” I look at him over the rim of my sunglasses.
For a babymoon, we decided to go yachting with Dario, Luna, Dante, and McKenna. Luna and Dario have their son, Arlo, with us, while Dante and McKenna didn’t bring their son, Giancarlo. He’s with Dante’s dad and will be coming down in a couple of days. Arlo is four months old, and I twist my head to the side in the lounger I’m in to see that Luna has pulled up her bikini top on one side to nurse him.
“What are you wearing?” Spencer’s shadow falls over my body, blocking out the June sun.
“What’s it look like to you? I’m sunbathing.” I chuckle. In my defense, he said I could suntan. He just didn’t know I was going to wear a bikini, and he told me I had to stay on our private deck.“All these men are married.” I wave my hand toward Dario and Dante. “Besides, Dario is my cousin.”
“But they aren’t,” my husband growls, and I look over to see the guards avoiding looking our way. There is another yacht coming close to ours in the crowded waters of the Amalfi coast. We are heading south to visit some friends of Dante’s down in Palermo and Catatonia.
Before I can come up with a comeback, he’s got me over his shoulder and swatting my lilac covered ass. The very skimpy lilac bikini is something I bought just to push his buttons. But with the sun being so nice today, I couldn’t stop myself from putting it on and relaxing. He stomps all the way to our cabin, where he rips the bottoms off me after he carefully drops me on the bed. He’s always careful of me and protects me. Which I love so much.
“I love you, husband.” I try to be sweet, but I want it hard and dirty like he loves to give it to me. I look back to watch him untie his trunks and let them fall down his thick legs.
Spencer holds my hips firmly in his grasp as he pushes into me. We both moan at the feeling of intrusion and rightness. He pumps in and out several times, taking me higher and higher.
“This is mine. No one but me sees you this skimpy.” He lets go with one hand when he makes sure I’m firmly on my knees on the bed and rubs across my baby bump. We decided not to find out what I’m carrying so we can be surprised. For both of us, all we want is a healthy baby. “This baby is mine too.” His possessive tone sends me over the edge, and I cry out when he thrusts back in again. Just like me being close, he was too, and he comes deep inside me. “I think I’m just going to keep you pregnant for the foreseeable future,” he says as he pulls me into his arms and settles us on the bed.
“My mama would like that.” She’s excited to be anonnaherself. After my father died, she changed and is more open.She still struggles with self-doubt, but she is doing better. She continues to live withNonnaat the Revello estate, and one of the board members who is a widower has had his eye on her. But it’s only been a few months since Papà died. I know she isn’t ready yet.
epilogue two
Eighteen Years Later
Spencer
“There is no way. I mean abso-fucking-bloody-lutely no chance you are going to Russia by yourself.”
“But I’m not going by myself, Papà. Arlo is going too.” My beautiful princess smiles at me just like her mother does. She even has the same bloody dimple that always talks me into what she wants.
Why did God curse me like this? Four girls. Four beautiful girls who are a perfect blend of their mother and me.
