Semua Bab The Mafia Love Code: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The next morning things feel surreal as the last night's events replay in my mind. I’m beyond proud Violetta. She is emerging out of cocoon beautifully and in ways I didn’t see coming. The fact that she agreed to an arranged marriage for our future daughter still shocks me especially how dead set against she was to marry me for years. Technically, we had an arranged marriage. It helped that we were friends because it softened the blow. With Anthony, Violetta was promised to him too so technically they too had a type of arranged marriage it’s just Violetta didn’t know about it due to her father being a sneaky fucker. I understand wholeheartedly why she agreed. In the underworld it’s not uncommon for marriages to be arranged in some fashion. It’s perhaps medieval thinking to secure alliances with marriage, but when the rules of the regular world don’t necessarily apply to you there has to be a way to hold accountability. Arranged marriages are a way to hold that accountability. Having

Last night we had the meeting with the Irish and Russians. Misha agreed to all the terms we set up for the arranged marriage between our kids. We had a contract drawn up that we all signed detailing the arranged marriage since our children aren’t old enough to get married yet. Also, we don’t have a daughter yet, but something in my bones tells me it won’t be much longer. Violetta has been talking more and more about having kids especially since Sofia is close to popping in the next month give or take. With the treaty signed we can start getting to work on putting up blocks and other things that will make it harder for the Mexicans to bring in their sex trafficking. We all don’t want them to think the can do whatever they want in our city. Especially if they are encroaching on our territories and business. We have had an understanding for years in the underworld not to fuck with on anothers business . The Mexicans don’t care about the unspoken rules that have been set in place. That’s

I’m holding my nephew, Trey. He’s adorable, and it has me excited for my own. When Violetta told Nico and I she was pregnant, we all were so thrilled yet that wasn’t the biggest surprise we found out. Violetta soon found out she was not only pregnant but pregnant with twins. We had paternity testing done. It didn’t matter who the father was, but we need to know only to ensure both family’s carry on it, not just name but blood as well. Blood and names mean everything in the underworld. That’s when we got an even more shocking surprise. One twin is mine and the other Nico’s. It’s incredibly rare, so rare Violetta is thrilled to be living a medical marvel. We will do a paternity test when the twins are born to confirm that the blood test was correct. Normally, we wouldn’t go that extreme but with how rare our circumstances are, it’s best to confirm the so called medical marvel. Still, twins are crazy enough and as I bounce my nephew I wonder how the hell we are going to handle two babies

Baking and cooking are what make me happy. Starting a donut and bakery shop that also has an attached coffee shop with my best friend, Lucy, is pretty damn satisfying. I’m in the kitchen now, shaking my hips to some pop song while mixing a huge bowl of donut batter to have for us in the morning. Lucy and I come in at five am to start making donuts, adding icing and fillings, and whatever other touches that are needed. Our baristas are about thirty minutes after us for a six am opening. I have about three hours before I have to leave for the day and head home to get ready for my date with my future husband. Maxim Romanov is a sexy ass devil with his black cut so short it’s almost a buzz cut, deep, dark green eyes, always light scruff but never clean shave and never a beard. His ivory skin is covered in tattoos. He has tattoos covering his arms, chest and back from what I've seen. I think he has some on his thigh. Let's not forget that angular jaw adding to his sexy, domineering look.

Max opens my car door and offers me his hand. My driver is dropping me off at the restaurant because having Max pick me up is too intimidating and intimate. Plus, I will have to ride with him when we are married. I want to enjoy my freedom, so to speak, while I have it. Having freedom as an unmarried woman vs having freedom while married are two very different things in the underworld. Term referring to women as ‘ol’ ball and chain’ is something used far too often in the underworld. So, I’ll play the stubborn Italian card and call it a day. Max offers me his hand. I take it with a smile. He’s a sexy devil in his black dress pants, silk black long sleeve button-down shirt paired with his very expensive Italian black leather dress shoes. His tattoos peak from his sleeves and neck. He smells devine with whatever woodsy cologne he has on. Damn him! He knows I like that scent. That’s okay. I know I look hot and had help with Roxy and Lucy’s input, of course. I’m in a deep red off the sho