Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
I go to the end of the house and let myself through the French doors. I quietly shut it back and stare down at my gorgeous wife in our bed. She’s still asleep and the sight of her glossy auburn hair lying on her pillow takes my breath away. The sheet has fallen to her hips, revealing her stomach and I smile, thinking that my child is growing inside of her.
She never planned a new wedding. My Gia said as weird as it sounded, she felt the wedding was perfect. The only thing she wished was different, would have been having Emilia and Melina there. To her, it wasn’t worth replacing the joy she had that day. As for the stuff after the wedding, she reasoned that she wasn’t involved, so it didn’t change her mind.
That sums my woman up perfectly. She’s nothing if not gorgeous and practical. She’s perfection. Every single day with her just gets better. I don’t know what I did to deserve ever having her in my life, but I’m thankful, just the same.
I lean down and pull the sheet up to cover her beautiful body. She murmurs in her sleep. “Victor…”
My heart squeezes in my chest. I can’t resist gently pressing my lips against her forehead. Thankfully, that doesn’t wake her. It’s only six in the morning. My Kitten needs her sleep as her body nourishes our child, helping him to grow. That thought just fuels my happiness. It could be a girl and I’ll be thankful either way.
I move through our house with ease. I have to admit, I didn’t give a shit about this house when Gia found it. I would have been happy living in a damn tent if she was with me. Still, the longer we’re here and my woman puts her touches in the place, the more I like it. It suits us perfectly. When we first moved in, I wasn’t entirely happy with so many windows and glass doors. I decided to change all the old glass with new bullet proof panels. I also made sure that it was the type where it was only reflective if you looked through it from the outside. That allows us to see fine on the inside, but no one can spy on us. It’s probably not needed, and Gia kept telling me that, but it made me feel better. As did the guards at the end of our driveway and the new guard shack. Gia fought me a little, but she let me have my way. When it comes to my family, I’m taking no chances. When a man has everything, he can also lose it and I’m doing everything I can to make sure that doesn’t happen.
I get to my office and sit down at my desk. I would have liked to sleep a little longer today, but Antonio will be calling any time. I’ve moved into the position of Capo with relative ease. I have to say, I like my new job. Niko has helped with the transition, but truthfully, he and Antonio weren’t wrong. I had learned enough by being in their inner circle that it wasn’t that big of a change for me. I now have men I trust surrounding me and if I give an order, they all make sure it’s carried out.
Antonio is still pissed over Zane and Lodi. It turns out they were the men working for the Levkin brothers. Zane didn’t bother him as much. He was never involved in the inner workings of the DeLuca organization, but Lodi? He definitely was. He had been working for Antonio a long time—hell, he worked for Antonio’s father as a young kid. Maxwell brought him into the DeLuca organization, and he worked his way up the ladder so far that he knew way too much to be a plant. He left a note for Antonio that he and Samuil had apparently been like brothers growing up. When Sam contacted him to see if he would agree to watch over Angelina, he decided he wanted to return home and help Samuil and his uncles rebuild. He said all the DeLuca secrets were safe, he would never divulge them. I’m pretty fucking positive that didn’t pacify Antonio. In fact, I’m sure of it. I don’t know what it means for the alliance between us and the Levkins, but if Antonio finds a way to end Lodi, I’m positive he will.
My phone rings, pulling me from my thoughts as I answer. “Mornin’ Boss.”
“Tell me you have some good news for me,” he mumbles. “It’s too early for bad news.”
Antonio’s grouchy voice makes me smile. He hates early mornings since his daughter was born. Apparently, little Izzy has her days and nights mixed up and keeps them awake until the wee hours of morning.