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“I’ll drive them home,” Laz instructed, his tone careful.
“As you wish, Mr. Rossi.” My driver gave a careful nod, then glanced at the others.
We had a reputation, at least Lazarus did. The Stidda Mafia Prince who was young, hungry and dangerous. Freddy and Logan just stared at him, watching as he turned, strode back to my car and climbed in.
Laz brushed his hand along my cheek, drawing my attention back to him. “You ready?”
I gave a nod, handing over his daughter as she fussed. He was stunning as a dad, grabbing her and throwing her carefully into the air. She smiled at him, letting out a squeal of happiness. The kind reserved only for her dad.
We made our way to the black Explorer, and Laz loaded our daughter into the car seat he had in the back. It still made me smile that it was the sole reason they now took two cars everywhere they went. Four grown ass men, two cars, and a baby seat.
Laz leaned forward, kissed her head, and closed the door before moving to mine, opening it for me. Before I could slide in he stopped me with a hand on my arm, pulling me against him. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
“Not in the last few hours, no.”
He smiled. “Then I guess I’ll have to make up for it.” He lowered his head. “As soon as I get you home.”
My pulse sped as he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, sinking into the smell and the feel of him. That was the one thing I loved about him. He wasn’t embarrassed to show me affection, even in front of some of the most ruthless hitmen I’d ever known.
He kissed me hard, taking my mouth and my breath, then broke away, jerking his head toward the open door with a smirk that foreshadowed a night of passion. My pulse thrummed as I climbed in, leaving him to close the door behind me. He walked around the front before climbing in and tossing the pregnancy test into the center console. I grabbed it. “I’ll toss it into the bin when we get home.”
He cut me a look as he started the engine, then glanced at the test. “Why?”
“Because it’s got my pee on it, Laz.”
He took it from my hand. “It’s got you and our kid on it. So it stays with me.”
I tugged on the seatbelt. So he was just going to drive around with a used pregnancy test in his car. That was Lazarus. He drove and I sat back, watching him. He reached for my hand as we made our way through the city and headed for our home, kissing my knuckles and placing my hand against his thigh. By the time we were home I was swept away by the tight smirk on his lips and the promise in his eyes.
He pulled up at our drive, waiting for the gate to roll away, then drove around to the back. Logan’s Mustang sat gleaming parked outside the separate building at the rear of our house. The hitman was more than just family. He was our protector, and my comfort on the nights when Lazarus wasn’t here. Because make no mistake, I might carry his baby…but this man, he had my heart.
He pulled up, parked, and climbed out before grabbing our daughter; then he reached for my hand. “We need to celebrate.” He turned to Sophie. “How about that? A celebration with mom and dad?”
She giggled when he tickled her side. We went inside and he placed her down in her playpen with the monitors hooked up and visible. His belly let out a snarl when he straightened, looking down at her. He grabbed my hand and focused his attention on me.
“Now, how about we celebrate this?” His strong hand went around my neck, pulling me close.
He kissed me, taking my mouth hard, until I reached for him, that hunger burning inside. Hard breaths consumed him when he broke away and stared into my eyes. Then with a surge of strength he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me, carrying me from our daughter’s room…and into ours.
“Pregnant,” he murmured, laying me down gently. “With my child.”
“Yes,” I whispered as he dipped low, his hands sliding underneath my sundress. “We’re going to make a beautiful child.”
“A son,” he murmured against my belly, as though willing it to be.
I laughed. “Or another daughter.”
He lifted his head, those clear blue eyes glistening. “Another daughter. The Rossi girls…I cannot fucking wait.”
I laughed, until his fingers slipped under the elastic of my panties and dragged along my slit, finding my nub. Then laughter turned to a moan. He underdressed me slowly, tugging down my panties, and then dipped low. One shove of my leg aside and his mouth was on me.
I arched my back, my hands falling to the bedding beside me as he sucked my clit. “I can’t wait for you to be big and round,” he murmured, sliding his finger inside me. “I cannot wait to fuck you and feel my baby kick inside you. You know how horny you get. It’s gonna be a full-time job taking care of your needs.”
I unleashed a moan as he slipped inside, stroking me. “Oh God, are you up for that?”
“I’ll give it my best fucking shot, Mrs. Rossi.” He dipped, sliding down the end of the bed, his hand finding the back of my leg as he took my heels off one by one. “I’ll give it a damn good shot.”
He undressed me, sliding my dress up until I pulled my straps low. One tug at my zipper and I shrugged out of it. He rose, working the buttons of his black shirt, and I was mesmerised by the sight ofhim. Hard chest, powerful arms. There was something about Lazarus, a power that hummed beneath his skin.
