I blink at her, not really understanding why a courthouse wedding would be bullshit, but I nod.“Well, then I guess you’re family now, little Iris,” she says, raising her glass towards me. “Welcome. Anytime you want to take your little niece and nephew for a weekend, just let me know.”I laugh a lit
“Daddy!” Ricky shouts, dashing out from beneath the kitchen table and darting for his dad, who immediately picks him up and wraps him in a big hug. Bella follows, jumping with her arms up, clearly begging to be picked up too. Lorenzo laughs, dipping down and scooping her up in his other arm.I watch
Lucy stands up and Giana gestures for our wine glasses, which we give her and she puts into the sink. Then, everyone starts to move eagerly for the door, Lorenzo bending down to whisper in Bella’s ear to go fetch her Nonna.As they move, though, I frown around, a little confused. “Wait,” I say, step
I blush again – already getting sick of myself for doing that – and reach for my wine glass. But then I hesitate because…well, you don’t toast yourself…right? Do you?God I am…out of my element here.But before anything official can happen, the action is interrupted by Bianca, who enters the room th
Romano just waves a hand at Lorenzo like he can’t be bothered to explain.“Lay off, dad,” Christian bites out, staring hard at his father now, clearly drawing a line now that he’s warning his father not to cross. “Iris has endured enough at your hands, and she’s my wife now. There is going to be a c
“Antonio,” Bianca sighs, her shoulders slumping just slightly as she utters her single word of protest.Romano completely ignores her, glaring at both Christian and Tony. “Both of you. Fucking idiots. Don’t you fucking get it? This family – it requires strong wives to bear strong children, not weak,
“Then…why was he so mean?” I ask, pulling my door shut after me and starting on my seatbelt.“Because,” Christian replies, glancing at me as he starts the car and starts to pull out of the driveway and through the gates. “That’s dad. He’d honestly probably have been nicer if our meeting hadn’t gone
Christian and I don’t even make it to the penthouse. No, I’m already up in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist while we’re still in the elevator. Christian groans roughly as he works to push my coat off, his mouth pressing hot against my neck.“Stupid fucking coat,” he growls, “should have le