Chapter 70.

Teagan POV.

The question threw me for a loop. Will they be known as DeNucci or Moretti?

“How about both?” I say, looking at him. God, I thought the feelings I had for him had died, but I was wrong. They have come rushing out like a dam had burst. I love him and I always have, even after what he did. I fought with myself daily, especially when I gave birth.

Seeing those eyes staring at me every day, it broke the resolve, but I was too damn proud and stubborn to go to him. I did what I could, worked odd jobs in whatever town we lived in. Plus, I still had a chunk of the money I had taken with me.

I didn’t need to work, but it would look suspicious moving to a new town with twins being a single woman, so I worked to keep an eye on anyone who looked like they didn’t belong and it’s a damn good thing I did.

The first time we were attacked, I was working in a local diner and saw them, so I knew they were here for me and my babies. I did what I had to. It was kill or be fucking killed. So yo