I can vaguely hear panicked voices around me, and I try my best to open my eyes, but the lids are too heavy, and they fail. I distinctively hear Alessandro's outraged voice, and my eyes succeed in opening to a tiny slit. "What is wrong with her!" He's shouting at someone, and then he lays his hand on my forehead. "Baby, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?" "I..." My voice croaks, and I just don't have the energy to say anything, and my eyes flutter closed again. Someone picks up my hand and holds my wrist. "Her pulse is a bit weak, I think it's best we get her to a hospital." It's Thomas. " I'll call her doctor to meet us there." "Her doctor? What fucking doctor!" Alessandro shouts, but I can hear the fear in his voice. I want to tell him I'm fine, that everything is going to be okay, but I can feel myself slipping back into the darkness again. I don't know how long it is until I open my eyes, and I realize I'm no longer at the hotel where everyone gathered after the funeral.
The door bursts open, shaking both me and Alessandro from the stupor we've been in ever since the doctor dropped the bombshell on us. Phoebe halts, her gaze cautiously moving from me to Alessandro. "What's going on?" She asks carefully. "I brought you a change of clothes, I thought maybe you wouldn't want to get into a tight dress and heels again." Yeah, definitely no tight dresses for me anymore. "Is everything okay?" She asks when neither one of us answers us. "Is there something wrong with the baby? For fucks sake, please don't tell me there's something wrong with the baby!" Alessandro shakes his head and wordlessly holds the sonogram pictures out for her to take. She looks as scared as I'm feeling as she drops the bag on the chest of drawers and walks over to take it from him. "What the hell is this? There are three numbers on here." She frowns down at the picture, trying to make out what it is. Alessandro clears his throat. "There isn't a baby, Phoebe." For the life of me
There' s a persistent soft tickle on my cheek, and I groan as I open one eye, and T.J.'s toothless grin meets me. "What are you doing here, my knight?" I groan as I close my eye again. "It's time to get up and eat, sleepyhead!" He exclaims. "Mama is making you breakfast. " My eyes fly open now, and I groggily sit up in bed. I reach for my phone to check the time. It's already almost half past ten, and Alessandro must have woken up hours ago."Wait, what are your mom and you doing here?" I frown at my knight's cute face, but he just shrugs and then runs out the door. I feel much better than I did yesterday with whatever they gave me at the hospital, but I'm still feeling more tired than usual. I brush my teeth and wash my face before I go to the kitchen, where I find Alma cooking up a storm. "Good morning!" She greets cheerfully. "Sorry about T.J. It's Sunday, so I had to bring him with me." I frown. Am I missing something? Did we maybe make plans that I forgot about? "T.J. is
My heart is pounding as Phoebe and I get into the back of the SUV with Enzo behind the wheel. Apparently, Thomas was with Alessandro when he left to go to his mother's. The drive out of the city feels longer as usual, and I'm so grateful for Phoebe clutching my hand. I don't know what the hell I would have done without her this last month. She has been my rock and anchor, especially when I had to be a rock for Alessandro. I will never be able to repay her for this. I should actually thank her douche of an ex-boyfriend. If he didn't play a hand in this, she might have never moved to the city. Maybe he deserved to keep his hands after all. A nurse opens the door when we arrive at the Moretti house, and the first thing I hear is a heartbreaking wail. I immediately rush up the stairs and barge into Gabby's room. My feet still as I take in the absolutely agonizing site in front of me. A sob rips from my throat as my eyes land on Alessandro, who is kneeling by the side of his mother's
The back of Alessandro's hand sweeps across my cheek. My eyes flutter open, and he smiles sadly down at me where I'm sprawled on the couch. "Go home, baby, you're tired." He whispers. "Are you not coming?" I frown. I still have a thousand questions for him, but he became so busy fielding phone calls and looking after Dario that we never got a proper chance to talk."No, I need to be here for Dario." Dario is understandably a mess. He loved his mother, and they were close, so her death is devastating. I remember falling asleep watching him and Phoebe slow dance to Gabby's favorite songs. "I can just stay here with you." I sit up and rub my tired eyes. "I'll go sleep in one of the guestrooms." "I don't want you here." He says curtly and a hurt like no other shoots through my chest. He must see the expression on my face because he swears and then drops down next to me. "This house just has bad memories for me right now." He kisses the top of my head. "I don't want you and the ba
Soft kisses trail down from my neck to my shoulder, my leg lifted to open me to fingers dipping into my panties. My eyes flutter open into the darkness of the night. "Alessandro?" He doesn't answer me, but he slowly parts my lips to rub slow circles on my clit. I'm still slightly upset with him for shutting me out and going radio silence for the whole day, but my body didn't get that memo. He groans as I push my ass into his erection and his fingers go down further to dip a single digit inside. It's been too long since he's been inside me, and I hungrily ride that finger. I missed him. Even if he's been here, he was so busy, and when he did sleep, I was out like a candle. "Your pussy is so wet." He adds another finger and I moan at the pressure. "Is it wet for me? Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes." I gasp. His fingers leave me and his cock fills me in one go. My pussy contracts around him and he groans low in my ear. "Fuck, you feel too good." His hand rubs my lower belly. "
We're standing in front of another open grave. In all my life, I've only ever attended two funerals. My grandmother's, which I can hardly remember. The rumor goes that she was run off the road by the wife of the man she was having an affair with at the time. I haven't seen my mother in years, but if she's not careful, she will surely end up just like her mother. Gabby's funeral is small and intimate, and nothing like the man we're burying her next to. There is no ostentatious get-together afterward, just a few close friends of hers who look just as sad to lose her like her sons. Security has been lightened significantly, although I don't think that's a good idea. If those people from Italy could kill Antonio over a deal, would they not come back for him? Would they do to me what they did to Gabby? That thought scares the living shit out of me. The thought of my babies being hurt while they're inside me makes me murderous. I will do anything to protect them. "Wishing you had a dr
This can't be happening! My heart threatens to explode out of my chest, and Thomas literally has to lift me from Dario. Alessandro can't lose another person. It would kill literally anybody, no matter how strong, to lose all their family members in a matter of weeks of each other. "Open the door for the paramedics." Thomas instructs calmly as he turns Dario on his side. I rush to the door, and I'm glad that I don't need a security code to unlock from the inside. It can't be longer than ten minutes until the paramedics arrive, but it feels like an eternity standing at that door. "He's in here!" I run to his bedroom where Thomas is still holding a shaking Dario. "What is he on?" The female asks calmly while checking Dario's blood pressure. "Alcohol, maybe opioid." Thomas backs off to give he paramedics space to work. Opioid? I've only seen Dario drink before, but a person is not exactly going to use drugs in front of other people if they don't wanna be caught. Again, I can't sa