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After, we each take turns making love to Jericho from behind. My cock goes into his asshole first, plugging him with my affection. Marcello follows suit—he gives Jericho a mighty orgasm, one that makes his toes curl. Lazaro makes love to Jericho one last time like the steed he is. Bucking and grunting, he brings Jericho to the apex of pleasure—and grinds into him until Jericho’s a blubbery mess on the bed.
I heave Jericho into my arms. "You’re loved, baby boy. Cherished. Valued."
Marcello takes Jericho’s hand. "I pray we banished those painful earlier memories."
Jericho stares into Marcello’s eyes. A tear slips down his cheek, and he nods. "It’s like I never went to prison. I know there’s still work to do—how could there not be?—but right now, I feel safer than I have in ages. My Daddies love me and they’ll do anything for me."
Passion envelops us in a warm embrace. I take Jericho to our balcony, then before I crush my lips to his, I stare into his eyes, and seek to convey every iota of truth and feeling I have for this boy to him.
I do it with a kiss.
Turtledoves coo in the olive grove. Wind rustles the leaves off trees. In the distance, the sea laps at the beach, the sound of the surf filling the evening air.
Epilogue
Jericho
Wedding plans sure are fun.
I peruse the invitations on the table, trying to decide which to use. There are gold-trimmed ones with luxurious trim. Pink and blue heart-shaped full-sized letters with teddy bear decals and stickers. All-white envelopes that speak to the inner posh princess in me.
Lazaro rubs my back. "Have you chosen a favorite?"
I stare at the mountain of sample cards. Well—Ithoughtthis was going to be easy. At this rate, I’ll still be trying to figure out what invitations to send by the actual wedding date. I.e. next week—the Lucianos move quickly when it comes to love.
My teeth sink into my lower lip. "I’m trying."
Marcello snorts as he settles into the seat to my right. "Keep going, baby boy. Maybe this one—" he holds up a yellow flier "—will do the trick."
Yellow. Ohhellno.
I fight the urge to shy away from it. "Too scary—after the Riccardis nearly killed me in their yellow submarine."
Santino chuckles as he slides me my baby bottle. "That submarine was metallic—not yellow. I won’t be convinced otherwise."
"Was not." I know what I saw when it flew into the sky—it turned yellow.Unless the sun gave it a golden shimmer.
Lazaro ticks my chin up. "Calm down, sweet boy. Focus on the wedding—we can talk about the submarine later."
My three Daddies have more to discuss than me. After the Riccardis got away, they put a plan together to take them out once and for all. They’ve dicked around with the Lucianos for long enough.
Don't ask me how they intend to do this. I think it has something to do with Romeo—he wants to be the one to end their lives. He’s furious that they’ve messed with his sons' partners so damn much.
I can’t wait to see how Romeo kills the Riccardis.
Also—they hunted down Jasper.Thisis something I didn’t expect them to do. Jasper was apparently incensed that they had the audacity to bug him—he didn’t even remember destroying me.
One blade across the throat solvedthatpesky problem. Marcello filmed the entire thing, and we watched with popcorn on the giant movie screen in Nonna’s basement.
"Give Daddy a kiss." Lazaro tugs my chin toward him.
Leaning in, I bless him with a sweet peck. "For you, Daddy."
Lazaro savors my kiss, swiping his tongue across his lower lip. "My, my, my. What a treat."
Marcello growls as he forces me toward him. "Don’t leave your other two Daddies out."
My heart swells as I give Marcello the same gift. "There you go."
