Page 27 of His Wicked Obsession
“We’re pregnant.” I kiss him before he can say a word. He’s quick to take over the kiss and steal my breath, making me forget where we are and what we’re doing.
“I fucking love you, Bella. Perfection. I knew it from the day I laid eyes on you. Now, you’ll never convince me otherwise.” His lips brush mine again, softly at first, before picking up and becoming devouring. Possessive. Claiming me in the same way he has every day since the day he rescued me.
Our life, sometimes, feels like pure perfection, but never will I take it for granted. I know what it is to lose everything I love and hold dear, and I won’t allow that to happen again. I’ll hold onto my husband, our daughter, and Clara, and everyone else with both hands until the day I die.
“Papa!” We break apart when we hear the light squeals coming closer as Clara chases our sweet Penelope up the hill from the garden, right into the man’s waiting arms.
“And what is my princess up to today?” She babbles, mostly incoherently, to him about anything and everything, and Donato, the excellent father that he is, listens intently like he has any clue what she’s speaking about.
“Did you tell him?” Clara whispers in my ear as she leans her chin on my shoulder. I nod, and she hugs me.
After everything went down with my parents, it was weeks before I asked what happened to them. I’m still unsure of how I feel knowing they remain breathing, only behind the bars of a Turkish prison.
Clara moved in with us shortly after I felt confident enough that I wasn’t going crazy. We attend support meetings for survivors of abuse together now, and neither of us has stopped individual counseling with Dr. Rose either. I go less than I did in the beginning, but knowing she’s there when I need her has helped me cope in ways I didn’t realize would come along.
It took me a while to understand that I deserve to be happy. And I found it in the arms of Donato Cardarelli.
Epilogue Two
DONATO
Ten Years Later.
Greyer, wiser, and no less volatile when it comes to my family, I watch over the beach with my brothers at my side as the many Cardarelli, Morello, Torres, and Vella children play on the private beach in Catania, as the women of our lives spend the day at the spa being pampered as they rightly deserve.
“Well, sons, did you ever imagine this happening?” Papa asks as he joins us to sit in one of the loungers near the drinks cooler.
“I’m certainly enjoying it.” Carlo Morello grins as he watches his youngest granddaughter build a sandcastle with my oldest son. The two are nearly inseparable when the families get together.
“No,” I finally respond before any of my brothers. “Never saw this day coming, but to get here again, I’d fight a thousand Spartan soldiers and come out victorious.” And I mean every damn word. The men around me respond in kind.
For nearly seven years now, the four families have been coming together during summer vacations because it’s not only to keep in touch, it’s a power move. To ensure we’re still the strongest on the islands of Italy.
Too many weak men have tried to take it from us, and every time we annihilate one, another pops up. We will never stop fighting for our families. And that’s what our stronghold has become. No longer about fear and who is on top but about preserving the sanctity of the lives of those we love and those who need protection around us.
Soft hands circle my waist, and a floral scent slides up to my nose, and I immediately know it’s my Bella. “I missed you, Daddy,” she whispers as she lays kisses on my bare back, biting into muscle that has hardened even more over time.
“Don’t be bad, cara mia.” I growl my warning as the other women appear at their husbands’ sides.
“Or what?” she sighs with a teasing tone.
Spinning around, I tell Maso and Bria, “Watch the kids?” I don’t wait for a response as I take my wife over my shoulder and haul her inside to our suite.
Her laughter indicates that this is precisely what she wanted. And so, we spend the rest of the evening until it’s time for fireworks, working on creating that last little life we secretly hoped would happen. “God, I love you so much, Bella,” I whisper into her hair as she comes apart for me again. Holding me inside the only safe place I’ve ever felt was my true home, as she murmurs her love for me.
The End!
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