Mafia Monster's Forced Bride

Chapter Eighteen

The locks on the door had been changed, so his key didn’t work. Alex had forgotten to change the passcode on the front gate, so he was able to get inside the grounds, just not in the house. If he knocked or rang the bell, there was a chance he’d wake the kids. He’d already gotten the details on the kids, and how well they were doing at school, and they were all doing great.

It helped to have Greco as a last name. The doors and avenues it opened were priceless. Alex wasn’t going to raise those kids alone.

He’d already come to the conclusion that she wasn’t pregnant.

Roman was done waiting for a meeting, and instead, was sneaking into his wife’s house. No, their house.

He knew where her bedroom was, and it was a hazard with how high it was, one that he was more than willing to make.

“Who’s there?” a voice said, calling out.

Roman gritted his teeth, looked up onto the porch, and saw Kyle, one of the oldest kids sitting on the front porch.

“Roman?” Kyle asked.

“What are you doing out late at night?”

“Why are you sneaking around?”

“I’m the adult here. You better not be … fucking around.”

Kyle smirked. “I’m not. I’ve got a chem test to study for, and Stuart, just lately, he doesn’t sleep light. My bedroom is next to his and the walls feel like they’re vibrating. I’ve got to think, and I like being outside.”

Roman nodded.

“Are you sneaking in to Alex?” Kyle asked. “That’s kind of illegal and a little stalkery?”

“Is Alex in her bedroom?”

Kyle folded his arms, and Roman gritted his teeth again. “Are we about to have a standoff? Is that it?”

“You and Alex broke up. She said you’re getting a divorce.”

“Not accurate. We didn’t break up. A little misunderstanding, that’s all. I can’t divorce her,” Roman said.

“Why not?”

“I burned the divorce papers.”

“You know they can print and sign some more. The process can begin again.”

“And they’ll all meet a fire, Kyle. I’m not divorcing my wife.”

“Why not?” Kyle tilted his head to the side.

Roman debated lying, or making up some bullshit, but that had gotten him into trouble with Alex, and he wasn’t going to make the same mistake again.

“I love her, Kyle. I’m in love with her and have been for a very some time now, but I fucked up. I made mistakes, and Alex believes the worst of me, but I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to help raise you guys. I want to be a … father to you all, or a friend, or whatever you guys need.”

Kyle nodded. “I knew it. I knew you weren’t a bad guy, that shit just got out of hand.”

“Language. I will tell Liam that you need grounding if you continue.”

He chuckled. “How about, you don’t tell Grandpa about my language, and I don’t tell him that you were thinking of sneaking into his daughter’s bedroom.”

“That is a deal, but don’t forget, Alex is my wife.”