Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Francesco had told him to handle it. The man who killed Clarissa’s sister didn’t know who he had messed with. It had taken him one week to rid the streets of that one gang, and since then, whenever he got a sniff of anyone thinking they could run riot on the streets, he stamped them out.
“I had no idea,” Lorenzo said.
Diego wasn’t about to admit he did know.
“Fuck me,” Lorenzo said. “She’s so fucking quiet and she had to witness that shit.”
“Her sister died in her arms,” Diego said, finally admitting the truth. “No one came as she begged and screamed for help. They had taken a shortcut, and because of it, it cost her life.”
“You knew?”
“I thought everyone knew,” Diego said, and looked to Giovanni and Emilio, who both nodded that they knew.
“Fuck me, I was out of the country back then. I was back in Italy dealing with the bullshit between my grandfather and father.” Lorenzo sighed. “How do I win her back?”
“What about you and Diego?” Mia asked. “How are things going with you and him?”
They all went silent and Diego looked toward the screen. Liana was silent for what felt like the longest time.
“I ... I don’t hate him,” Liana said. “And I know this is a lot, but I have missed my cycle. I’m a week late and I know that could mean I am pregnant, and...” She paused, frowning. “I lied to him as well.”
Diego sat up.
“How?” Mia asked.
“Because I wasn’t myself,” she said. “I lied about who I was. I had no idea how to be a wife. I know how to be a daughter and sister, but my dad and brother are amazing. They never tried to change me, and were always there. Being a wife, I don’t know what I’m doing. Diego was never cruel and we’ve seen the way some husbands treat their wives, and he is supposed to be a monster, but to me he’s not. I didn’t know how to be me, and now I am me, and it’s like this barrier between us is gone. So, I don’t hate him, and if I am pregnant, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life hating everything.”
“Why don’t you just admit it?” Tatiana asked.
“Admit what?”
“That you love him, and that even though he said the things he said, it wasn’t even about the true you. There is nothing wrong with loving him.”
Diego felt his heart pounding inside his chest.
“Loving him is not the problem, but I do think it is time I learn to forgive him. I mean, he’s different and so am I. We’re finally figuring this out together, and that is what I want.” She put her hand on her stomach. “Especially if I am going to be carrying his child. I mean, that is a lot to process.”
Chapter Nine
They were finally able to convince Mia to get out of her women’s only shed, and to get dressed up and enjoy the party her husband had painstakingly put together. Stepping into the house, she made her way through each room, trying to avoid anything jumping out at her, as it had already happened and terrified her. She loved Halloween, and things jumping out were awesome. She couldn’t help but laugh at being absolutely scared over what was happening.
Moving from room to room, she came to a stop as an arm banded around her waist. She was quickly spun around, and there was Diego.
“Looking for me, little devil?”
She smiled. “Yes, I was.”
“Where have you been?” he asked.
“Mia needed some alone time. I was with her. Don’t worry, I’ve not danced with anyone.”
“I saw you leave with Mia. Is everything okay?”
“I think so.” The music changed and she looked at Diego. “Do you want to dance?”
She expected him to say no, but they didn’t go onto the dance floor. People were dancing, and seeing as it had gone into a heavy, hard beat, it suited to be close, and she loved being in Diego’s arms. This had happened on their wedding day. She had been so nervous during their first dance, because she didn’t know how. It wasn’t something she had taken the time to practice, but being in Diego’s arms, he had taken the lead, and she had fallen to his touch. He knew what to do, how to do it, and it had been magical.
Kind of like right now—the way he held her, the hand at her back, firm, guiding. The other took her other hand, and she felt safe within his grip. His gaze was on her and she felt the rest of the party fade away. They no longer mattered. They were the only two people left.
Letting go of his hand, she slid both of hers around his shoulders, and he gripped her ass, drawing her close, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her.