“Love you too, babe.” He lifts me in his arms and walks me toward the bedroom. “Time for sleep, tomorrow is a new day and I’ve got to have a meeting with my father and the other men.”
He sets me on my feet and hands me my pajama shorts and tank top. “What about Romero?” He’s now one of my men and we’ve decided not to tell his father about it as that motherfucker will be dead soon. It’s none of his damn business anyway.
“He’ll be coming with me. Until that asshole is dead, Romero will act accordingly to Famiglia.”
I frown. “Even when he’s married to Holly, and he’s our Underboss he’s still going to be very much part of the Famiglia,” I tell him and he watches me carefully. “Having him be our Underboss is a way of strengthening the link between the Clann and the Famiglia. He’s still your guy, he’s still your brother.”
His eyes soften. “I know,” he says softly, but I’m not sure he does.
“Have you spoken to him about his upcoming nuptials?”
He shakes his head, “He’s been very tight lipped about it all. I’ll talk to him tomorrow after the meeting with Dad.”
I pull on my pajamas and climb into bed, Dante’s just moments behind me. When he climbs in, his arms go around me and he pulls me into his body. “Sleep, babe,” he commands and I scrunch my nose up at him, causing him to chuckle. “Go to sleep, I’ve got you.”
I yawn and sink further into his embrace. “Good night, husband, love you.” I mumble as my eyes close. It’s not long until I fall into a deep sleep.
I wake up to Dante’s mouth on my pussy, his tongue doing things that make my toes curl in pleasure. My fingers tangle into his hair and I tug as I grind against his mouth.
“Damn,” he growls and the vibrations of his words against my pussy sends shivers throughout my body.
I release his hair and grab hold of the sheets. “Dante!” I scream as my orgasm crashes through me.
He moves on the bed, positioning himself at my entrance, and thrusts into me. My orgasm is still rocking through my body as I’m clinging to the sheets.
“Morning, baby,” he whispers as he fucks me.
I smile at him, he’s face soft and his eyes still sleepy, he looks gorgeous. “Morning, darling.”
His eyes flash and I realize it’s the first time I’ve called him anything other than Dante. I’m lost in his gaze as I fuck him back, our bodies slick with sweat as we fuck mercilessly. Our breaths coming out in pants as we try and find our releases.
I come screaming his name once again and he groans in my ear as he releases inside of me yet again. It’s only going to be a matter of time until he knocks me up. I’m not so sure I’m ready for a baby, but I agree that I want nothing between us. If I get pregnant, then we’ll be happy and have our own little family. If I don’t, then it’s okay as it gives Dante and I longer together to learn everything there is to know about each other.
“Are you going to be okay?” he asks after a couple of minutes and I smile. He’s worried.
“Yeah, I’ll miss them, but we’re going to London next month for Danny’s wedding, and then a couple of weeks after that, we’ll see them all again as Holly and Romero are getting married.” I hate saying goodbye to my family, but I know this time that I’ll be seeing them soon. It won’t be another six months like last time.
He kisses my lips, “You’re going to be busy. Holly wants you to help organize the wedding.” He’s got a stupid grin on his face.
I groan, “Tell me about it. It was either me or have her bitch of a mother ruin it. At least with me, I’ll hire someone to do it and make sure everything’s running smoothly and Romero and Holly will get the wedding they want. Whereas, if Zoe had her way, she’d have the big wedding that she always wanted.”
His hand splays the base of my back as I rub circles on his chest. “What wedding did she have? She and Denis are married right?”
I nod, “Yeah, they’re married. It was a shotgun wedding. She was pregnant with Danny at the time and Denis was furious. From what I’ve heard, he thinks she got pregnant on purpose to trap him. So he married her in secret. She’s pissed about that.” I can’t help but smile, karma's a bitch and Zoe is destined to get hers soon.
Dante chuckles, “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”
I grin, “Keep giving me amazing orgasms and you’re golden.”
He pulls me on top of him and I straddle his stomach. “Well, baby, you have no problems there. I’m unable to keep my hands off you and that’s never going to change.”
I move so that his cock is at the entrance to my pussy. “Good, because I’d hate to kill you.”
He thrusts into me and I groan. “You love my cock, babe.”
I laugh. “True, but I love you more,” I tell him sincerely as I move.
“And I love you.”
God, how did I get so lucky?
Eighteen
Dante
Entering Dynamite, the club that we own, I see that most of the men are already here. I sent Romero and Alessio ahead of me, I want them to have their ear to the ground, see if there’s any rumblings about a coup. The last thing I need is for my father to be on alert that something may happen. That bastard deserves what’s coming to him and the sooner he’s six feet under the fucking better.
As soon as my father sees me he motions me to come to him. The smug smirk on his face pisses me off, but I dutifully walk over to him and wait for whatever stupid fucking thing he has to say.
“Dante, it’s good to see you can pull yourself away from your wife.” My jaw clenches at the way he spits wife out, but I ignore it and wait for him to finish whatever fucking tirade he’s on. “Those fucking Irish are making us look like fools. They’ve undercut us on all of our products. I won’t fucking stand for it.”
I sigh, this shit again? He’s known for a long time that the Gallagher’s have a better control on the drug trade than we do. He has never done anything about it before so why the hell is he pissing me off by bringing it up now? “What do you want me to do?”
Makenna and I have spoken at length about what’s going to happen when I take over. She won’t be undercutting us like she does, the price of the drugs will go up and we’ll all benefit from it. As soon as my father’s out of the picture, things for the Famiglia can only go up with my marriage with Makenna.
“You’re fucking married to one of them. Do whatever the hell you have to. Find out whatever the fuck you can about the business.”
I scoff, “Oh and how am I supposed to do that? Hmm, it’s not as though Makenna is in the know.”
Oh how untrue that actually is; if my father found out who was truly running the show he’d have a fucking conniption. My father’s old school. Women are supposed to serve men, do whatever the hell we want them to. And in my father’s case, beat the shit out of them any time he wants in order to keep them in line.
He steps closer to me, getting in my face. “I don’t give a fucking shit. I want to know what the hell those fuckers have. I want what those fuckers have.”