Mafia Casanova

I was killing Jude later.

Rage coursed through me.

“Hey!” Naz glanced up at me with the brightest smile I’d ever seen. “I know how to fix it!”

With guns and bloodshed? I was in. Fuck, I wasn’t going to survive if the little man decided to do sports; I would one hundred percent be the parent who got kicked out of the stands.

“How?” I kept my voice calm when I was anything but. How dare anyone threaten my child.

My blood.

I was going to murder the little shit, and I didn’t feel bad about it.

“Well, I mean, if it’s okay with you… Can you maybe be my daddy now? I know I call you Uncle Romeo, but you’re marrying Mama, which means you’re kind of marrying me, right? So maybe—”

I crushed him into my chest with shaking hands while tears streamed down Eden’s cheeks. We’d decided to tell him I was his real dad before the wedding, but the timing just never seemed right.

“You’re my son,” I whispered into his ear. “You’ve always been more than a nephew to me, Naz; I’m just sorry I never told you. I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Honey.” Eden rubbed his back. “Before your dad—”

“Before your dad,” I interrupted, “your mommy and I were very much in love, but I was stupid and afraid, and I said some not nice things.”

“He had some growing up to do,” Eden chimed in with a smile.

I laughed. “Yeah, a lot of growing up. And I thought I lost your mama when she married your daddy, but our love was so big and so bright, that we created you, only I didn’t know right away, and when I did find out, you already had a daddy, it didn’t feel right to take that from him.”

Naz narrowed his eyes. “I think I understand.” He frowned. “So, you’re my daddy now?”

He was too young to get it.

But the words had needed to be said.

I pulled him into my lap and kissed his head. “I’ll be your daddy forever.”

He turned in my lap and threw his skinny arms around my neck, burying his face against me. “I can’t wait to tell Jude tomorrow. Hey, can you come to school and drop me off?”

“Of course.”

“Yay!” He did a little fist pump. “Oops! Gotta go pee.”

And then he was gone.

Eden cleared her throat. “No weapons.”

“I wasn’t going to—”

“You were literally plotting poor little Jude’s death in your head; I saw the tense look on your face. He’s six…”

“Still.” My jaw clenched. “Little shit for brains isn’t even good enough to be my son’s friend. I would never hurt a child, but trip one by accident? Tie his shoes together? Teach Naz how to take his enemies down one by one by plucking them from—”

“Mama! Daddy!” Naz came blazing back into the room. “I forgive Jude. It’s not his fault he’s mean. I’m just gonna tell him that it hurt my feelings.”

Damn it. Save me from a son who has more self-control and kindness in his heart than his mom and me combined.

“Good idea, buddy.” Eden ruffled his head. “Now, off to bed; I’ll be right in to say goodnight.”

He skipped off.

And once he was gone, I murmured, “At least let me glare at him…”

“Deal.” She burst out laughing and turned, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Once a made man, always a made man.”

“Hey, this made man keeps you safe. Keeps his family safe.”

“Yes.” She smiled. “He does.”

“Mammmmmmma!” Naz yelled.

“Hurry and kiss him goodnight so I can kiss you everywhere.” I grinned.

She laughed, sliding her hand down the front of my pants.

I was instantly hard.

She gave a throaty laugh. “Neat trick.”

“I have many tricks. Now hurry before I embarrass myself.”

“I love you, Romeo Casanova.”

“Love you too, Red.”

“Forever.”

“Forever,” I repeated.

My everything was in this house.

My world.

My future.

My son.

And soon-to-be… my wife.EPILOGUE“The West? Oh honey, I’m the wicked witch of everything.” —The Wicked Witch of Oz

Romeo

Now: Eight months later“Oh God, right there…” Eden nearly came off the bed as I thrust into her, she scratched up my back, and I moved her to a sitting position to let her ride.

I preferred being the one in control, but I could allow it this time.

It was our honeymoon.

Plus, watching her tits bounce in front of my face was a great way to start my day.

“So good,” I rasped, her breasts slapped against my skin, her core so full of me that it was nearly painful. “Harder.”

“I’m so close!” she panted.

Bouncing up and down.

Rotating her hips back and forth.

I dug my fingers into her ass, making her ride me hard and faster.

More demanding.

See, I still had to be in control.

“Take me, take everything.” I gripped her hips and set her at a wilder pace; her jaw went slack, clamping down around me.

It had been like this before.

And after.

And now that we were married, it seemed like all she wanted was sex.