Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Matteo is shaking Lucian’s hand when I notice Diesel get to his feet. He walks over to another gentleman, takes something from him, and then heads for Matteo.
I don’t know what’s in his hand, but when he shifts in the right way, the metal gleams in the light, and I gasp, realizing he has a weapon.
“He’s going to stab him,” I breathe out, hating that it’s too loud and I’m too far away to do anything about it.
But then Lucian’s eyes go wide, his lips move, and Matteo spins around faster than I’d ever think was humanly possible.
The crowd must catch on to what’s going down because everyone goes silent as Matteo disarms the man and flips it around, threatening him with his own knife.
The guy tries to swing at him, but Matteo blocks him. I hold my breath, praying he doesn’t stab him. There are too many people, too many witnesses.
But then Matteo’s men swarm the ring and grab the guy, dragging him away, and I sigh in relief.
Our gazes clash, and I want to run over to him, but I promised him I wouldn’t leave this area, so instead, I mouth that I love him so he knows I’m okay.
I don’t know how the other fights go, but Matteo doesn’t go to the back to change. Instead, he heads straight for me, and once he gets to me, he wraps me in his arms and kisses me, hard and deep.
“Let’s go, Sweetness,” he says, sliding his arm across my shoulders and pulling me into him. “I have a shit ton of adrenaline I need to release, and I plan to do that by pounding into your pussy all night.”
I can’t help the giggle that escapes me.
Because there is never a dull moment with Matteo.
36
Daniella
“You sure you don’t want me to go with you?” Matteo asks as we get ready—him for work and me for my doctor’s appointment.
“No, I’m good,” I tell him, leaning over and applying my lipstick. “It’s just a routine checkup. And then I’m going to the bridal shop to pick up my dress and have lunch with the girls.”
It’s been a busy month. Between working at Russo during the day and getting lost in Matteo every night—and the wedding planning in between—I’m looking forward to the two weeks we’ve taken off for our honeymoon. When Matteo mentioned it, I tried to argue that I’d only been at Russo for a short time and it would look bad that I was taking time off again, but then my brother insisted, telling me the honeymoon was his wedding gift to us, and after tears filled my eyes, I agreed.
“And what about the shot?” Matteo asks, turning me so I’m forced to look at him.
“What about it?”
“I thought we decided we were going to let shit happen.”
“You know … once I’m pregnant, there’s no going back. So, you have to make sure this is what you want. Not too long ago, you were saying you never wanted to get married and have a family, and now, look at you …”
“That was before you.” He grips my chin. “I told you I want everything with you, including you swollen with my babies.” His hand goes to my stomach, and my insides turn to mush. “But only if that’s what you want,” he adds. “You said you wanted babies. Has that changed?”
I look at him for several seconds—at the love and honesty shining in his blue irises.
“No, that hasn’t changed. I would love to be a mom one day, and it would mean everything to have babies with you. Maybe it’s reckless to let nature take its course,” I tell him, “but I like being reckless with you, and if it ends with a mini version of us, I’ll be okay with it.”
“Good morning, Miss Russo,” Dr. Drescher says with a warm smile.
Peyton told me she’s her favorite at the practice, and I can instantly see why.
“I see you’re here for a routine exam as well as birth control.”
“Actually, my fiancé and I spoke and have decided to let nature take its course.”
“Well, that’s good,” she says with a light laugh, “because, according to your urine sample, nature has already taken its course.”
It takes several seconds for my head to wrap around what she just said, but once it does, I gasp in shock. “I’m pregnant?” My hand goes to my belly, and I suddenly wish Matteo were here with me. I thought I was just getting a routine checkup.
“That seems to be the case.” She has a seat in the medical chair in front of me. “Can you tell me the last time you had your period? When you filled out the paperwork, you put N/A.”
“That’s because I honestly couldn’t tell you,” I admit sheepishly. “I was on the shot for so long and …” My periods were never regular, even before the shot, but with it, I rarely got one, so when I didn’t get one during the past few months, I didn’t even think twice.