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Gosh.
I had no idea how a man that large could make me feel so small—yet so big at the same time. However, he managed that—it was amazing.
"Let's start with you," he suggested and grabbed a bottle of my favorite soap.
Yeah.
I was going to miss this man.
Until my dying breath.
10
Giselle
"I'm not leaving until we get married." Carlo's voice was blunt—yet fierce. It gave me an instant stomach ache.
"I understand that. But we have to get back. Or there'll be consequences, Carlo. You and Giselle can get married soon. Come back in a week. Knowing these women, they'll want time to find dresses and shit." For the last ten minutes, Nick had been trying to talk Carlo out of staying.From what I gathered, Carlo was refusing to leave until he and I got married. He insisted on getting married with his parents in attendance.
Nick reminded him that they had some kind of "pressing business" back home. He didn't say any specifics. But Carlo seemed to know exactly what he was talking about.
I kind of wished one of them would spill the beans and say what kind of bad mafia business they had to deal with in Chicago.
I mean, it didn't matter. My curiosity was the only reason I was still standing here.
Outside of Carlo's office door.
It was their fault. Neither of them had closed it. I had only searched them out to see when we were leaving. Sophia wanted to know. Packing up all of these babies and their stuff wasn't going to be easy. And she wanted a head start.
"My father's on his last fuckin' leg. He might not be alive in a week."
That made my stomach ache worse. I wasn't going to marry Carlo. Even so, I liked Marcello. A lot.
And just because he was some kind of evil mafia king—he'd still been overly kind and generous to me. I would definitely miss him when I was gone.
And when he was gone.
His words came back to me. "Can you give my son a son of his own?" And it gave me a chill. I'd promised Marcello that I absolutely could give Carlo a son.
Yes.
I'd lied.
But for some reason, I also felt bad for lying to Marcello.
He was old and sick, and likely wouldn't be around much longer. He'd never know I had no intention of ever giving Carlo a son. Something about that whole situation made me uneasy. And I wasn't sure why I'd lied to all of these people. Including Marcello.
So why was my lie to Marcello bothering me so much?
Whatever it was, I felt a ton of guilt over it.
"He's hung on this long. I'm sure another week won't matter. And if the news we just received is true—" Nick took a deep breath, "we have to get back immediately."
I walked backward a few steps and carefully turned around. When I was in the kitchen, I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.There was an urgency in Nick's voice that I hadn't liked.
Nick was always calm, cool, and collected. Well, most of the time. The only occasion I saw him lose his mind was when Eve had been kidnapped by his evil stepbrother.Now that had been a complete shit show.
Anything bad happening to his wife made Nick's head implode. So, hearing his tone just now made me more than a little concerned.
