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1 Month Later

"No. Wait." I held my hand up, staring at the two of them with my serious face.

"I mean it." I cautiously retreated backwards, my eyes never leaving their green ones.

"Okay." I sighed, now a safe distance away. "Now you can eat."

As soon as I gave permission, both Elena and Marina went to work. Marina was in her high chair, picking up pieces of pasta with her little chubby hands. Meanwhile, Elena was sitting in a chair next to her, eating her pasta with her little fork.

They were the two messiest eaters I'd ever encountered in my 26 years on this planet.

At 3 years old, Elena had a talent of flinging her food around with her fork or spoon, whichever utensil she was using. At 9 months old, Marina wasn't far behind. She got food fucking everywhere when she ate.

And somehow, I always found myself being the one to give them their food.

The rest of the idiots in this house conveniently disappeared whenever it was feeding time at this little zoo.

Even Agata and Greta always found something to be doing when it was time for the young ones to have their food.

And since I was the one who loved playing with them the most, I was automatically the one who apparently had to feed them too.

"Is it nice?" I smiled, sitting two chairs away from Elena while she ate. I've tried three chairs away, but she got upset with me. She has a very similar temper to Riviera.

"Mhm." She nodded, her little curls bouncing. "Want some?"

She put some pasta on her fork before holding it in my direction. Her movements were a little too uncoordinated and rushed, causing the piece of pasta to go flying off her fork. 

Thankfully, it landed near me on the table instead of on my clothes - again.

"Thanks, baby." I smiled, causing her to grin. She then turned her attention back to her food, giving me the chance to clean up the pasta with a tissue.

"Like it?" She spoke through another bite of pasta.

"Yes, it was so nice. Thank you for sharing." I smiled, hiding the tissue in my hand under the table. The world would end if she found out I never ate it.

"More?" She was getting ready to throw more food at me, I could see that shit coming from a mile away.

"No! Thank you. It's yours." I think it was a good recovery. Well, Elena didn't seem to notice but Marina did.

My husband's 9 month old cousin eyed me with those Accardi green eyes, giving me a knowing look. I narrowed my eyes at her in return causing her to giggle before she went back playing with her food instead of eating it.

In the end, I had to move closer into the danger zone to help Marina eat.

Since I'm the one in charge of feeding them, I'm also the one who gets told off if they make a mess.

Now tell me if that's fucking fair.

They're not even my kids.

"One more bite." Marina tried to push my hand away, turning in her high chair to get away from the pasta.

"You've hardly eaten anything, Rina. Just one more bite." I pleaded with her, stroking her cheek to keep her calm.

She's really into tantrums these days.

"One more, Rina." This time it was Elena who spoke to the baby in the high chair next to her.

The two of them had the cutest bond. Even with the age gap, they played together whenever they got the chance. I think it was one of the main reasons Riviera was spending a lot more time in Sicily than usual.

And the fact it was safer here for her and her daughter while we were still at war with Kozlov.

Since it was Elena asking, Marina didn't even hesitate to take one more bite. Then she pushed her food away, sending the bowl clattering to the floor.

"Great, thanks for that." I sighed, watching the two of them giggle.

That's how I found myself on the floor under the table, trying to clean the red pasta sauce off the white marble tiles.

"You ask her."

"No, you ask."

"You just ask!"

"It was your idea, I'm not-"

"One of you just ask before I stab you both with a knife." I cut Giovanni off, still cleaning up under the table. The sound of my voice had the two idiots edging into the kitchen, sheepish grins on their faces.

It was their turn to watch Marina and Elena since I had work to do. Riviera and Daria had gone shopping - as usual.

Why wouldn't they when they have a free fucking babysitter living in their home?

Although, I did go shopping with them whenever I got the chance.

"Why are you under the table?" Aidan frowned, now coming over to his baby sister when she reached out to him.

She was warming up to them more and more everyday.

"Your sister threw her bowl on the floor."

"Ah. She did that yesterday." Gio chuckled, taking a seat next to Elena.

"And who cleaned it up yesterday?" I scoffed, struggling to get to my feet.

I was once a boss bitch publisher.

Now I'm cleaning up under the table.

"I don't know. We left to go and play outside." Gio shrugged, clearly missing the glare I was giving him. It was me, I cleaned it up. "But whoever did missed a spot. Greta had to clean it after."

I want to murder this irritating piece of-

"Play?" Elena asked, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

"You want to play?" Giovanni grinned, being the bad influence that he was.

"No. Finish your lunch first." I pointed at the three year old who pouted her lips in response.

"Fine." She huffed, her attitude reminding me of her mother so much.

Riviera and I got on well ever since we made up, but I still couldn't handle her attitude. On her bad days, Riviera let the entire house know she was pissed.

"So what did you want to ask me?" I turned my attention back to the twins now that the cleaning had been done - for now, at least.

"We overheard something in Zio's office and we don't know if we should tell Costa or not." (Uncle's)

Oh.

Drama.

"What did you hear?" My excitement came through a little more than I intended, earning me a grin from Aidan and a smirk from Gio.

"Well." Gio sighed, getting ready to spill the tea. "We were walking past when we accidentally overheard a conversation between Zio and Nadia."

"What conversation did you 'accidentally' overhear?" We all knew it was bullshit. There was no reason they would be walking past Edoardo's office at the end of the long hallway.

The twins shared another cautious look before Aidan finally told me.

"He's getting a mistress." Aidan didn't seem as excited as Gio by the news and now I understood why.

For men in the mafia, mistresses were a normal thing.

For women, it's your worst nightmare.

A man can choose to keep his wife and still have as many women on the side. As long as her reputation is protected and she's taken care of financially, he can do whatever he wants.

It's also a standard term in every Accardi marriage contract. The men can have as many mistresses as they please.

It was in my marriage contract which is how I knew that.

"So he's met someone else?" I frowned, my heart sinking at the thought of what Nadia must be going through right now.

The rest of the Accardi family hated her because she was the one to marry Edoardo after Costa's mother died.

But in my opinion, she didn't deserve their hate. It wasn't her fault.

"Sì. He said it was when she went to see her family in Milan for a few weeks. So, now he's keeping this new bitch on the side." Aidan scoffed.

"And he wants to introduce her to the rest of the family tonight." Gio added, less sympathetic towards Nadia's situation. "They're all coming home today and we're not sure if we should give them a heads up - especially Costa."

"Of course you should." Costa, Rocco and Tristano had been away for a week checking in on things in New York. The last thing they'd been expecting when they came home is this.

"But then it will come out that we were ears dropping." Gio explained anxiously.

"It's eavesdropping, idiota." Aidan shoved his brother who looked confused as fuck.

"No it's not. It's ears dropping."

"Why would it be-"

"Enough." I cut in, having had enough of their bickering. "We're telling him when he gets home."

He had a right to know before it came out in front of everyone. And I could never keep a secret from him for more than five minutes.

I'm incapable of keeping things from my husband. Even when he's not suspicious, I still blurt them out anyway.

"But you can't let Zio find out we were the ones who ears dropped on him outside his office. He'll get mad at us. Costa has already protected us once." Giovanni frowned, his previous anxiety returning. "He might not be able to this time."

"He did? When?" I questioned while clearing away the pink bowls off the dining table. Dinner for the girls was finally over.

"When we broke up y-"

"It was nothing." Aidan suddenly jumped in, shoving Giovanni again. "Just something to do with a business deal we messed up."

"Oh." I nodded in understanding. They mess up things a lot - it's not unusual. "Well, it's good he protected you. You've seen what Edoardo did to Costa and Rocco when they messed up a business deal. I'd never want anything like that to happen to you guys."

Note to self: give Costa a hug for protecting the twins.

"Thanks, Millie." Aidan smiled, lifting Marina out of her high chair.

"Take the girls outside to play. I have a meeting I need to take on my laptop upstairs."

"Yes, ma'am." Gio saluted me, now holding a giggly Elena in his arms.

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Two hours later, I was coming down the grand staircase with my laptop in hand, when a commotion occurred outside the front door. 

I made it to the middle of the entry hall when the door slammed open, revealing Rocco.

A very angry Rocco.

"Rocco?" I frowned, watching as he stormed into the house. The first thing I noticed was his busted lip and the blood trickling down his chin.

"Fucking bastards." He muttered, wiping his chin as he passed me. "They can fucking kill each other for all I care."

I didn't have much time to dwell on Rocco and his temper because after that, Costa and Tristano came through the door.

Both of them had their own injuries. Costa had a bruised eye and Tristano had a bruised jaw and busted lip.

"Stay the fuck out of my life, Costa. I mean it. It's none of your fucking business."

"You answer to La Famiglia." My husband spoke through gritted teeth, fire burning in his green eyes. "You answer to me."

"You're not the fucking Don yet. Don't act like it. You don't have any authority over me."

I once learned the hard way that Costa hated anyone questioning his authority and his position in La Famiglia. And this was no different.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Costa suddenly stormed towards Tristano, his anger increasing tenfold.

"You heard me." Tristano stood his ground, even when Costa grabbed him by the collar, shoving him backwards. The action caused Tristano to knock into a nearby console, sending a crystal vase shattering to the floor. Costa lifted his fist, landing a punch on Tristano's jaw.

There was no way in hell I was risking my face by getting involved in their fight.

"Rocco!" Rocco stopped in his tracks, giving me a look that told me he wanted to be anywhere else but here. "What?"

"Do something!" I gestured towards Costa and Tristano, who were still throwing punches at each other - like fucking school kids.

Rocco scoffed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "They're grown ass men, Millie. Let them sort it out."

"Not when they're hurting each other!" I was mostly concerned for my husband, but I guess I didn't want Tristano to get hurt too much either.

He hesitated for a moment, clearly weighing the situation before letting out a frustrated growl and marching over to them. "That's enough, both of you!"

Costa and Tristano were still going at each other, neither willing to back down. In the end, Rocco wedged himself between them, forcing them apart.

"I said stop!" He shoved Costa back first, then turned to Tristano, giving him the same treatment.

"Is this what you fucking want?" Rocco spat at them. "A fight right in the middle of the damn house? We've got enough problems without you idiots tearing each other apart."

Costa was breathing heavily, the muscle in his jaw ticking, but he didn't make a move to charge at Tristano again. Tristano, on the other hand, wiped the blood from his lip, his eyes still blazing with defiance.

"This isn't about you, Rocco." Tristano muttered, his voice low but dangerous. "Costa thinks he can control everything, but he has no right to interfere in my life."

Rocco's eyes flicked between the two of them, his frustration palpable. "I don't give a damn. You both need to cool the fuck off. We don't have time for this shit."

"You might be my brother, Tristano, but that doesn't change the fucking hierarchy here. You've been gone when it matters-"

"Enough." Tristano's eyes flashed, and he straightened up, brushing the blood off his busted lip. "I'm handling my shit, Costa. You don't need to know every fucking detail - hierarchy or not."

Costa stepped closer, his face inches from Tristano's. "When your shit starts affecting La Famiglia, it's my business. You've missed meetings with important people, skipped out on responsibilities. If I can't trust you to be there, what the fuck are we even doing here?"

Tristano scoffed, wiping his lip again, refusing to back down. "Maybe if you trusted me instead of trying to control every aspect of my life, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"Trusted you?" Costa's voice rose, his anger barely contained. "I've given you chance after chance but you've given me every reason not to. You're fucking up, Tristano. And for what? Some random girl you met at a bakery?"

At that, Tristano's face darkened. "You don't know her. You don't know anything about us."

Costa's laugh was cold, bitter. "That's the problem, Tristano. You've been hiding her, hiding this whole relationship. You're supposed to be my future Underboss, but you're treating this girl like she's more important than the family. And don't give me any bullshit about privacy. This isn't about you keeping personal shit to yourself - it's about loyalty."

"Don't lecture me about loyalty. You think just because you're set to be the Don that you can tell me how to live my life? This has nothing to do with you, Costa."

"Everything you do has to do with me!" Costa shouted, the sound echoing in the entryway. "You're going to be my Underboss. I depend on you. La Famiglia depends on you. You don't get to run off with some girl and pretend your responsibilities don't matter. That's not how this works!"

Tristano's jaw tightened, his fists at his sides, and for a second, I thought he was going to swing at Costa again. Instead, his voice dropped to a dangerous calm. "She's not just some girl, Costa. And I didn't tell you because I knew this is how you'd react - exactly like our fucking father."

That statement hung in the air like a bomb. Costa blinked, momentarily thrown off balance.

"That's not fair." Rocco shoved Tristano backwards. "Costa is nothing like him."

Something told me Tristano didn't actually mean what he said. But he squared his shoulders, staring his brother down anyway. "I love her. And I'm going to be with her, no matter what you fuckers or anyone else has to say."

For a moment, Costa just stood there, processing. I could see the battle raging in his eyes.

"Then Rocco will be my Underboss."

All three of us were shocked by Costa's decision. It wasn't something to be taken lightly.

The position of his Underboss was something that had been decided a very long time ago. If I was correct, it was even Tristano's birth right as the second son.

"Costa-" I stepped towards him, but I was cut off by Tristano's cold voice.

"Fine. If that's what you want." He scoffed, now shifting his gaze to an equally shocked Rocco. "Good luck with him."

With that he stormed back out the front door, passing the butlers still bringing in their luggage from their trip. The three of us were left watching after him.

"Costa...you can't-" Rocco started, but he was quickly cut off.

"I can and I am. I've given him five fucking months to sort his shit out. I've warned him plenty of times. I've had enough."

"But he's been trained for the position, I haven't." Rocco argued, a sense of panic in his eyes. "It was never the plan, Costa. You can't change the plan."

"It doesn't matter. You've already proven yourself. Every time I've needed you, you've been there. He hasn't." Costa shook his head, turning towards the stairs. "I can't trust him, Rocco. He might be my brother, but he's not the one I need by my side when shit goes down."

I could still feel the tension in the entry hall, even when Costa left to go upstairs. Rocco had a frown on his face, his jaw clenched as he watched after his eldest brother.

"I'll talk to him." I broke the short silence, glancing over at my husband's retreating figure. "It'll be okay."

"Yeah?" He scoffed. "Does it look okay to you, Millie? All they fucking did in New York was fight. They couldn't be in the same room for more than five minutes. The plan was for them to run this whole fucking organisation together in the future. I was never...- they were supposed to be the-"

"Calm down." I put my hand on his arm, giving him a soft smile. "I get it. They're your brothers and they're fighting right now. I used to have the same problem with Julius and Damian."

"Okay, those two idiots are not the-"

"Hey, I'm trying to be nice." I narrowed my eyes at him warningly. "I'll talk to Costa. We'll give Tristano some time to calm down and then we'll get them together in a room. I can be the mediator, I have experience." I stated proudly and confidently.

"I have a question." He suddenly spoke up, now taking my hand. "What's your success rate in getting your stupid brother and cousin to speak after a fight?"

"Okay." I scoffed. "I don't see how that has any relevance."

"You failed every time, didn't you?" He looked at me with those stupid green eyes, a knowing grin on his face.

"Not every time." My sheepish reply had him chuckling as he nodded. With a soft tug, he pulled me in for a one armed hug since I was still holding my laptop.

"Hi, Millie." At least someone finally said hello to me after they were away for a whole week.

"Hi." I smiled, pulling back. "So, how was New York?"

"Fucking great." He muttered, the anger in his tone causing me to laugh.

"I need to go and check on Costa." I sighed, pulling away from him.

"Good luck with that." He scoffed. "What song would you like at your funeral?"

"Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri. I feel like it will really haunt Costa if he kills me." I smirked, heading up the long ass stairs.

By the time I reached our room, Costa was sitting at the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. His elbows were resting on his knees, his shirt sleeves rolled up to expose his veiny, tattooed forearms.

Is it bad I paused for a second to admire him before I tried to comfort him?

"Hey..." The sound of my voice had his head lifting. His green eyes softened when they met mine and he held a hand out for me.

"Come here, baby." I crossed the room, taking his hand allowing him to give it a gentle squeeze. "I'm so fucking sorry about all of that."

"It's okay. As long as you're okay." I lifted my finger, gently tracing the skin around purple bruise forming around his eye.

"I'm fine, Principessa." He replied, pulling me in closer. Since he was still sitting down, he rested his forehead against my stomach, releasing a heavy breath. "It's nothing I haven't had before."

I ran my fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck, admiring the tattoos that reached the back of his neck.

Why's he so hot?

Bitch, it's really not the time.

Please, as if I haven't just been away from my husband for a week. I'm suffering.

"What's on your mind?" He asked, meeting my eyes.

"Uh..." Is now a bad time to tell him about his father's new mistress?

Obviously.

But I'm not good at keeping secrets.

"Millie?" He frowned, breaking me out of my thoughts for a short second.

I think he knew something was going on judging by the look he was giving me. And that was making it ten times harder for me to keep my mouth shut.

Don't do it, girl.

He just had a fucking fight with his brother and made a life changing decision.

"Your father is planning to tell you tonight that he's taking a new mistress."

I did it.

The words slipped out before I could stop them, causing his frown to deepen as he processed what I said.

"The twins were eavesdropping outside his office when he told Nadia earlier." I finished explaining, deciding to give him all the details in one go. "They weren't sure if they should tell you because then it would come out they were eavesdropping and they didn't want your father to find out."

Costa was still frowning so I quickly added the last part before he could say anything. "They said you protected them from your father before, which I-"

"What?" He cut me off, gently pushing me back a little so he could stand up off the bed.

"What?" I frowned.

"They told you I protected them?" Why is he more concerned about that than about his father taking a mistress?

"Yeah." Now it was my turn to give him a weird look. "You did a nice thing for them, though. I'm proud of you. I know how your father can get over business deals and they're way too young for that."

I've seen the aftermath of one of Edoardo Accardi's punishments and it wasn't pleasant.

Costa continued to study me for a moment before clearing his throat, the weird sense of panic calming down.

"My father doesn't know about that...particular incident. Don't mention it, Millie. Please." He was so desperate to protect them. It was cute.

"Okay." I smiled, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Don't worry, I'm good at keeping secrets."

He rose an eyebrow at me, giving me that stupid pointed look.

"Okay, fine. I'm good at keeping secrets from anyone who isn't you." I smiled, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. "We don't keep secrets from each other."

He didn't answer me, not straight away anyway.

"Millie, I need to-"

"Costa!" He was cut off by someone calling his name in the hallway. Seconds later the door to our room flew open, revealing the twins.

"You're back." Giovanni flashed his older cousin a bright smile, sauntering into the room like he didn't just interrupt us.

"Yeah." He released a heavy sigh, stepping away from me. "What do you want?"

"You don't want to see us?" Aidan frowned, although amusement shone in his eyes. "Be honest, you missed us."

"Yeah, I missed you." Sarcasm dripped from his voice.

"See?" Gio grinned.

"What do you want? Don't you know how to fucking knock?" That's what I was thinking.

"We wanted to tell you something. We heard some drama."

"Millie already told me." Costa cut in. "What the fuck were you doing eavesdropping outside his office?"

"I told you it was eavesdropping." Aidan shoved Gio's shoulder, causing him to stumble forward.

"Fuck you, bro."

"Answer my fucking question." Costa's temper was beginning to flare and to be honest, I completely understood why.

He just got home ten minutes ago and he'd already gotten into a physical fight with Tristano, changed their entire life plan on the spot and learned his father was taking a mistress. Now, the twins come barging into our room when I could be having sex with my husband instead.

I've been kind of desperate lately and his bad mood was turning me on. Sue me.

"We heard shouting so we went to investigate."

"And what if you got caught? Huh?" He stepped closer to them, clearly letting his temper boil over. "Do you know what he would have done to you? And I wasn't here to stop him."

"Costa-" I tried to cut in, but he was too close to losing it.

"Fucking hell. Seriously, what is the matter with everyone in this fucking family?"

"Maybe you guys should go." I sighed, placing a hand on Costa's arm - not that it would have done much. He was ready to throttle the pair of them.

The two of them scurried out, quietly shutting the door behind themselves. Costa didn't turn around, he was still staring at the door even after they were gone.

"Do you want a drink or something, baby?" I spoke tentatively, now being the only one left for him to shout at.

"No." Was his curt reply.

"What then?"

"I don't fucking know. Just shut the hell up for a second, Millie."

I didn't even waste a second.

"Excuse me?" Releasing a scoff, I took a step back. It seemed like my reaction broke through the angry haze. His lips parted as if he was going to speak, but I got there before he could. "Fuck you, Costa."

"Millie-" He reached out, grabbing my hands before I could get away.

"No." I tried to tug myself out of his hold, but it made no difference. He easily brought me back into him, holding my hands close to his chest.

"Fuck. I'm sorry, baby."

"I don't care. I don't want to talk to you. Let me go." He didn't let me go if you were wondering.

That's when I decided to give him the silent treatment. I was there in body only.

"I'm sorry." He repeated it again, much firmer and slower this time. Meanwhile I was wordlessly glaring at him, letting my bratty side take over.

If he wouldn't let me go, I wasn't going to say anything to him.

"You're not going to reply? Really?"

I was holding my ground. This bitch wasn't breaking through my front.

Not at all.

"I got you a present from New York." He announced.

"What is it?"

"Give me a hug and I'll give it to you." He smiled, guiding each of my wrists to his sides. I thought over his offer, narrowing my eyes at him.

"How much did it cost?" It's a very important question. It will help me determine how long to be mad at him.

"$11,000."

"Fine." I muttered, begrudgingly allowing him to pull me into a hug. I was mildly disappointed with myself for giving in so easily. But at the same time, I told myself it was for a good cause.

I rested my head against his firm chest, secretly savouring the comfort of his hug.

"I love you." He pressed a kiss to the crown of my head.

"Hm." I felt his chest rumble with laughter at my response. But still, he pressed another kiss to my head.

That's what I thought, bitch.

I stepped back, waiting for him to go and retrieve my gift from his bag that had been left in his closet.

"It's a bit small." I commented, sitting down at the edge of the bed so he could give me the bag.

"Just open it." He smiled, probably enjoying my bratty side.

It's been a while since he met her.

Costa took a seat next to me while took the box out of the bag. I untied the ribbon, keeping my poker face in place. Then I opened the box, revealing a silver bracelet inside. The diamonds were made into an intricate design, sparkling under the light.

It took my breath away.

"You like it?" He leaned in, pressing a kiss to my cheek while I stared at the bracelet.

"I love it." I breathed, still admiring it before I turned my face to meet his lips in a kiss. "Thank you." I smiled, pecking his lips again.

"You're welcome, principessa. And I'm sorry."

"I know. It's okay, you've earned my forgiveness." I grinned, putting the box aside for now. I leaned in with one intention and one intention only.

Costa seemed to get the hint because he pulled me into him, deepening the kiss. It continued like that until he suddenly switched our positions, laying me down on the bed.

He hovered over me, kissing me until I had to pull away for air. During that time, he stripped off his shirt, revealing his perfect upper body to me.

"It's rude to stare." He smirked, leaning down to kiss me.

"We've been over this before." I pecked his lips, looking into his green eyes. "It's not if it belongs to me."

"I love it when you say that." He peppered kisses along my jaw and my neck, playing with the hem of my shirt. "And I love how jealous you get."

"Oh? Does it turn you on?" I feigned ignorance, knowing that it was definitely one of his turn on's. He replied with an 'mhm', continuing his kisses on my neck. "Well it's a good thing I'm not jealous then."

"You're not jealous? Really?"

"No, I'm not jealous." I scoffed, lying through my teeth.

"No?" He smiled, now tracing his fingers over the waistband of my jeans. "So shall I tell you about the dancer who sat on my lap at a club in New Y-"

"That better be a fucking joke." I narrowed my eyes at him, shoving his hand away from the button of my jeans.

"So you are jealous?" He cocked an eyebrow, smirking down at me.

I held his stare, the air between us charged with a strong electricity.

"Maybe." I finally replied. "Now let me tell you about-"

"Shut up." He cut me off, crashing his lips against mine. Now it was my turn to enjoy his jealous side when his movements became a lot more rough and urgent.

A laugh escaped my lips when he unbuttoned my jeans, roughly tugging them down my legs.

"Costa!" I wish it was me screaming his name. Instead, the voice belonged to one of the twins calling his name from down the fucking hallway.

At first he froze, his movements coming to a stop. He stayed silent, but the anger from earlier returned with a vengeance.

"Costa! It's time for dinner!"

"Fuck." He muttered. "I'm going to fucking kill them."

He sat up on the bed, releasing a heavy breath.

"Baby it's okay." I sat up too, putting my hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "Listen, we'll go downstairs and we'll get through this dinner together. Then when we get back, I'll show you the gift I got you while you were gone."

"Gift?" He frowned, his curiosity peaking through his anger. We're very similar.

"Hm. It's red." I smirked as understanding dawned on him.

"Fuck." He groaned, running a hand over his face. "Why did you have to put that image in my head?"

I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, shuffling to the edge of the bed to put my jeans back on.

"Come on. Let's go before those idiots come storming in here."

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Guys I have six drafts left after this. I'm trying to write the last two chapters but I have the worst attention span right now. I had my surgery last week and I caught a stomach bug from the hospital 🥲 I've been so out of it for 8 days now. I also have my business to run 🥲🔫

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