“Well it’s about time! It’s hot as hell out here!” Red hollers.
Chuckling, I bow my head and kiss Nikki’s shoulder. Her pussy clenched around my dick as she went off like a firecracker.
That’s it baby.
Come for me.
Slamming into her one final time, my teeth graze her shoulder and I let go of my release, grunting as I thrust my hips and come inside of her.
“Watch out I’m going to shoot down the door,” I hear Red shout.
Nikki bursts into a fit of laughter as I collapse over her.
“Laugh it up, Princess,” I mutter against her shoulder.
“I love you, Mikey,” she whispers, glancing at me over her shoulder.
“Love you too,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her cheek before I slowly pull out of her. “Go let them in and I’ll fire up the grill.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, we’ll feed them and send them to your mother.” I wink, bending down to pick up my pants. “Just make sure your aunt keeps her clothes on until she leaves and we’re all good.”
She grins at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and squeezing me tightly.
“I can’t wait to marry you, Mikey.”
I can’t wait either, Princess.
Chapter Three
My eyes flutter open at the sound of my sweet, baby girl’s cries. Turning over, Adrianna groans beside me, I feel around the nightstand for the baby monitor. Sitting up, I lean over my wife, extending my arm over her shoulder to turn the video monitor to face both of us. Crying at the top of her little lungs, Victoria kicks her legs in the crib. I bend my head and kiss Adrianna’s bare shoulder.
“Go back to bed,” I murmur. “I’ve got her.”
Her head falls back on the pillow with a thump as she closes her eyes.
“Are you sure?” She asks, already half asleep.
“Sleep, Reese’s,” I whisper. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed I pick up my sweatpants from the floor and pull them on.
I pad through our bedroom, across the hall to our daughter’s room, and head straight for my princess.
“Hey, hey, hey, what’s all this noise about?” I chastise, trying my hardest to perfect that gentle, baby voice that everyone seems to use when they talk to babies. I’m sure I sound like a fucking idiot, but I don’t give two fucks.
There isn’t a damn thing I wouldn’t do for my kids.
I used to think the mob was everything, that being a gangster meant I was someone, but I was nobody, just a regular street thug—until my son Luca called me daddy.
Being a dad—that’s everything.
And now there are two little lives I am responsible for.
Leaning over the side of the crib, I lift my crying girl and cradle her against my bare chest, right over my heart where her and her brother’s names are tattooed. I would have added Reese’s to the growing list of names, but she already occupies my back. It seemed only fitting that the girl who has had my back since the day I met her was inked over that part of me and the two blessings she gave me placed right over my heart.
Adrianna loves the tattoo on my back and sometimes when we’re lying in bed, she outlines the entire piece with her finger. She traces the year on top, the year that symbolizes when our life first began. Then she bypasses the A, which takes up most of my back and runs her finger along the year we supposedly ended, the year I went to jail. She finally acknowledges her first initial by pressing a kiss to the center of my back.
We weren’t supposed to get this happy ending we’re living, but we defeated the odds. I tried to stay away from her. I came home from jail after spending three years doing time for a crime I didn’t commit. I Did everything in my power to push her away. I made her doubt everything we were, all the love we had for one another and forced her into the arms of another man.
I can’t say I regret my actions because then we wouldn’t have Luca. I’m only going to say this once so you have a better understanding of who Adrianna and I are. I’m not Luca’s biological father but that doesn’t make him any less my son than Victoria is my daughter. I was there when he came into the world, and the minute I held him in my arms, was the minute he became mine. It amazed me how much I could feel for someone. At first I rationalized my feelings as Luca being an extension of the woman I loved but it was so much more than that.
It was the way he looked at me.
The way he squeezed my finger with his tiny hand.
The way he ran to me whenever he saw me.
It was the way he said my name and asked me to lift him onto my shoulders.
I love Luca for the little boy he is and not for his DNA.