Page 217 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

Elio leaves the office and I hop into the desk, opening the computer. Elio and I use the same laptop. Same computer. Same accounts. Same everything.

This is a tag team situation. Elio and I both run the Rossi enterprise. Equally.

It’s the only way that we can make this work, honestly, with all the kids and whatnot.

The call opens, and Stassi’s father, Boris Novikov, beams at me. “How is the little one today?”

Francesca’s face is halfway in the frame. “She’s ready to get this deal done.”

He laughs. “Already so fierce, like her mother. I agree. Let’s get to the brass tacks, as you would say.”

The trade deal is a good one, and when we’re done, Boris nods. “Say hello to my Stassi for me today.”

“Will do.” I smile.

With that taken care of, I sigh and look at my baby. “You ready to go party, nugget?”

She coos back at me.

Leaving the relative calm of the office, the house is a whirlwind of activity. There’s catering. Flowers, vendors, toys, everything is just flowing through the mansion.

I’m so glad that Sal and I have our own place, but it’s kind of fun to be here. It’s always chaos.

“There are my girls,” Sal says.

I turn and Francesca giggles, putting her hands out for her dad. He takes her and peppers kisses all over her before tucking her under his arm.

I sniff. “I see where I rank.”

“Ah, but I just needed a little longer for your kiss.” Sal smiles.

He leans in and makes good on that, leaving my heart pounding and my blood pumping after a very, very good kiss.

“How did the call with Boris go?”

“Good. Signed, sealed, delivered.”

“Excellent. Now, ready to celebrate?”

My nose wrinkles.

“You know, a birthday party for one year old babies is really a lot,” I say for what is probably the millionth time.

I mean, when I look at Francesca, she’s just happy to be here. She giggles her little baby giggle and smiles her little baby smile, and she’s good to go.

For her one-year-old birthday, Sal and I are going to invite family over. We’re going to have a picnic and take a few pictures of Francesca eating some cake.

Then we’re going to send everyone home.

“Let’s go, amore mio.” Sal offers his other arm.

I take it, and we head outside.

The twins are also just a year old, and they’re halfway toddling around outside, carefully supervised by Caterina as they take in the chaos around them.

The only one who’s really having a hell of a time today is Luna, and she’s practically shrieking with delight as she bounces off the exorbitant bounce castle that Elio rented.

Dino’s sulking in the corner.