“Yes. Let’s head back to the party. I don’t want those assholes to ruin my wife’s night,” I tell him.
As we head out of the office, I hear Bernardo yelling at someone and quickly rush down the hall to see the two of them standing in front of my wife by the grand staircase. She must have gone upstairs to use the bathroom.
Bernardo is cursing at her, calling her a whore and a disgrace, while Salvatore just stares at her like he wants to eat her alive. I absolutely hate the way he’s staring at her belly.
Her father raises his hand like he’s about to hit her, and I step up to him and grab his arm, twisting it before he can even propel it forward.
“Touch my wife, and it’ll be the last thing you ever do because I will fucking kill you!” I growl, punching him in the face with a right hook. I hear the crunch as blood spurts out from his broken nose.
Salvatore raises his hands in a surrender gesture just as my men come in to escort them out. What a coward. He’s silent while Bernardo is cursing and throwing insults around as he’s being dragged out.
“Are you okay, baby?” I ask my wife.
“Yes, but can we go home? I think I’ve had enough excitement for one night,” she tells me and I nod.
My father walks over to her and wraps her in his arms before kissing her head. “Take care, sweetheart. We’ll see you soon for dinner sometime this coming week.”
“I will and I can’t wait! Please give Lucia our goodbyes and tell her we’re sorry for not staying longer,” she apologizes.
“She’ll understand. Don’t you worry at all. None of this was your fault,” my father reassures her.
That’s a ringing endorsement from my father if I’ve ever seen one. She was just fully welcomed to the family, and she doesn’t even know it, which means that man would literally die for her if he had to. I fucking love my family, and I’m glad she’s finallygoing to get to experience what it’s like to be part of a loving family that would do anything for you.
CHAPTER 31
ARIA
“I can’t do this anymore,” I groan, leaning back into the couch, feet up, one hand resting on the tight curve of my belly.I can’t even find a freaking comfortable position to lie in.
“Just bear it up. You’ve got about two weeks, give or take a few days, left to go,” Giana supplies, oh so helpfully. I just give her the death glare, which she chuckles at. “Who knew pregnancy would turn you into such a grouchy pants?”
“I can’t wait two weeks. I want this baby out of me now! This tenant needs to be evicted already,” I whine.
“I’m sorry. I wish I could help, but you got into this predicament all on your own,” she jokes.
“You know, I really hate you some days,” I mutter.
“Pssh. As if! You know I’m the light of your life, and you love me,” she teases. I try to shift position again, wincing.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know. I’m so uncomfortable these days. Sleeping feels like something I don’t know how to do anymore, and I think she’s on my bladder since I have to pee all the damn time,” I grumble, my hand now absently rubbing my stomach in small circles, feeling a kick where my palm is lying.
“We’ll get through this. Before you know it, the two weeks will fly by,” she tells me, with sympathy in her voice.
“It feels like I’ve been pregnant forever,” I mumble.
“You haven’t been. It’s just been eight and a half months,” she oh-so-not helpfully points out.
“Gee. Thanks.” I roll my eyes.
“I promise I’ll wake up for night feedings… well, if she doesn’t need the tit, that is,” she says, and I chuckle.
“Do you think Enzo would cheat on me while I’m pregnant?” I question out of the blue, and she lets out a snort.
“Why on earth would you even think that? The man literally worships the ground you walk on,” she replies, confidently.
“Because I’ve gained weight and I’m waddling now. Plus, the back pain is so damn annoying. I literally can’t even walk five feet without feeling like I’m about to die because of shortness of breath. And I’m always tired, irritable, and can’t sleep. I mean, he’s a saint for putting up with all my mood swings and pregnancy brain lately.”