Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“Guys!” Jade wriggles in Royce’s lap. “We have an announcement!”
My lips curl between my teeth as I take the eggnog Betty hands me, taking the spot beside Wicked. I already know what she’s going to say before she says it.
“We’re having a baby!”
“Oh fuck,” Wicked jokes and I push up from his lap, dragging her off Royce to give her a hug.
“Congratulations, baby mama.” I smirk into her ear. “I hope it’s a girl.”
“Nope! Fuck that!” Royce points his finger at me. “Bro, don’t fucking say that!”
I shrug, dancing my way back onto Wicked’s lap. He bites my earlobe. “Our turn next.”
“Mama!” I scold her as she cusses in the background about her roast chicken. “It’s Christmas. We don’t care about any of that. Come sit down.”
She rests her hands on the counter, her shoulders lifting and lowering as she takes in deep breaths. My hand comes to her frail arm. “Mama, what’s wrong?”
“Why haven’t you asked me, Bubba? Why haven’t you asked me my role with P—” She pauses. “Victor.” I rest against the counter, crossing my ankles together and dazing off into the family room where the giant Christmas tree almost hits the high ceiling. Lights and decorations drape around the branches. It looks so good. I can’t believe Gio and Wicked did all of that on their own. Without killing each other.
“Mama, I may not know what happened between you and Skully, but I trust Wicked.” I tilt my head, tracing the lines on her face. “I trust him more than anyone in this world, and I know he knows what happened between you both, and I know that if he thought you weren’t good, you wouldn’t be allowed near me.” I squeeze her arm. “You can tell me in your own time, or not. That is up to you but, Mama, I love you. That’s your trauma that you carry. You do not have to share it with anyone else unless you’re ready to do so.”
Tears fall from her eyes and roll down her cheeks. “I wanted so desperately to get us both away. When you saw me packing my bags, Bubba, it wasn’t because he was sleeping with other women. I used that because the truth was far too much for you to bear.” She finally looks up at me, her blue eyes twinkling with unshed tears. “I was trapped. Something I am sure your sister will not understand.”
“My sister—” I wipe her tears away from her cheeks. “Will learn to understand.”
“She’s with the Bratva, Bubba. Don’t trust her.”
“Mama.” I hide my chuckle behind a smile. “I trust Val. She will be fine.”
Mama waves me off, swiping her tears with a dishcloth. “Go entertain the family. I’ve got this.”
I leave Mama in the kitchen, finding Gio, Marcu, and Wicked in the lounge with Gracie and her daughter. Gracie doesn’t have family, so naturally, she became ours. The doorbell rings and my eyes fly to Wicked.
“Baby… play nice.”
“I’m always nice,” I mumble, reaching the doorknob and swinging the door open.
Val is standing there with a wide smile and arms wide. “Principessa…”
“Valerie…” I let him pull me in for a tight hug, breathing in his cologne. The man is fine as hell… he’s just lucky Wicked…
When he pulls me back, his hands fall from my arms before he turns to the person beside him.
Long blonde hair, blue eyes like Mama, and skin that matches my tan. She’s not a complete replica of me, but you see the similarities. “Ivy.”
Her face cracks into a smile. “Hi.”
I step forward, wrapping my arm around her neck and pulling her in for a hug. A little more awkward than the one with Val, but I don’t expect anything else. “Come in.” I step aside and gesture into the foyer, eyeballing Val as he enters with a cheeky grin.
Uncle and Aunt are behind them, so I give them a quick kiss and gesture inside. Uncle glares at Val the entire time, but they’ve agreed to play nice. Since our settlement with the Russians, and with a La Rosa in their arms—literally both of them—I can’t imagine them wanting trouble.
Closing the door behind me, my eyes land on Ivy, who is standing against the staircase, watching me. Everyone else has disappeared and it’s just the two of us.
“Val told me everything. I’m sorry what you’ve been through with, well—”
“—that man?” I lift one eyebrow at her, gesturing to the spot on the stairs. She lowers herself down, folding her hands on her lap. She’s wearing a white turtleneck knitted dress that stops just above her knees, and a single diamond cross around her neck. Her hair is pulled back into a high pony, showcasing her soft cheekbones and bright blue eyes. She resembles Gigi Hadid more than me. The polar opposite in every way.