Yes, for once, I don’t mind the idea of spending a ton of money. It’s the fortune Samuele amassed, minus the chunk Christian gave Enzo. It was only fair. He’s a Russo, too. While I doubt he’ll come around for every holiday and family event, he did promise to attend the baby’s christening. Small steps in the right direction.
He leans down, his lips brushing my ear. “And while this is a replica of your childhood home, where you were once young and innocent, make no mistake about it. I intend to degrade you in every single room, in every way possible.”
“I’d be worried if that wasn’t on your mind.”
We exchange a knowing smile before starting toward the house. I can’t wait to explore. I can’t wait to raise a family here.
With my husband at my side, always.