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I collapse onto her, my heart thundering against hers as we drown in rapture. We’re both breathless while my cock still twitches deep inside her, and I shudder as the last aftershocks continue to ripple. She quivers beneath me as I slowly slip out, our cum warm and wet between our slippery bodies.
As our breathing gradually returns to normal, I pull Mira close, enfolding her in my arms. The intensity of what we’ve shared lingers between us, a reminder of the undeniable connection that binds us together. She looks up at me, her irises pools of emotion, and I kiss her tenderly, wishing I could bottle this moment and keep it forever. I don’t want it to end.
My arms wrap around her protectively as I press a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you, too, Li.”
A single tear breaks free from her lashes and slides down the side of her face, breaking against her cheek. I watch it fall as if in slow motion and then catch it with my thumb. Her expression changes from rapture to sadness.
“Mira, what’s wrong?”
She pauses for a moment, her eyes clouded with emotion, the sight of it clawing a hole inside my gut. She looks past me, up at the ceiling, her bottom lip trembling.
“Mira, baby.” I take her chin and force her to look at me. “What’s wrong?”
Her rosy lips pull in a thin line before she murmurs, “There’s something we need to talk about.”
ChapterTen
NICOLI
The air in this room is like a wall of solidified oppression. Alexius’ scowl can crack through titanium while Isaia’s and Caelian’s stares are so intense it’s practically burrowed inside my skull. I know this meeting isn’t going to end well. How could it? I haven’t even said what I needed to say, and already the tension is so thick, I’m choking on it.
Maximo leans against the wall with his arms crossed firmly, the crease on his forehead clearly indicating just how pissed off he is to be here. He was on this Briana woman’s heels when I called this meeting, insisting he be present. And the mere fact that I expected him to put his manhunt on pause for this should be enough for him to know that I’m about to pull the rug right from under them all. Everyone knows that for me to call a meeting means either the world is about to end or the devil’s about to move in.
Caelian’s eyes narrow, his fingers drumming an impatient beat against the arm of his chair. “Well?”
I clench my jaw, my heart chipping away at my ribs like a jackhammer. For the first time in my entire goddamn life, I don’t have words. I have no idea how I’m supposed to say this out loud and not kill something. But I have no choice. This has to be done.
“Mira’s pregnant.” My gaze darts all around the room except at their faces. Usually I’m a fan of ‘oh-fuck’ expressions, but today? Not so much.
Silence lingers in the room as my words sink in, and it’s as excruciating as a kick to the balls.
“Are you shitting me right now?” Isaia glares at me. “That’s it? You called all of us here, insisted on us being in this goddamn room within the hour just to share the news that your wife is pregnant?”
Alexius leans back in his chair, and I’m sure I hear him let out a sigh of relief. “I think what our youngest brother here is trying to say is that, I mean…congratu-fucking-lations, but we all sat here thinking you were about to tell us that hell’s asshole just opened up in our goddamn living room.”
“Believe me,” I mutter. “I wish that were the case.” I shoot Maximo a look, and his eyebrows slant inward.
Caelian places his arms on the table, squaring his shoulders. “What the fuck is going on, man?”
I walk over to the minibar and pour myself a shot of bourbon, throwing it back, appreciating the sting, even if only for a second. I’m starting to think a little kick to the nuts might be less painful. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ll fucking volunteer if it means avoiding this altogether. This isn’t something I ever dreamed I’d have to do, words I never thought would come out of my mouth. It’s possibly one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, telling my brothers of how this nightmare just turned into a goddamn horror show.
When I turn around to face them, my gaze finds Alexius’. “There’s a…” I swallow hard, shutting my eyes for a moment as the words burn my tongue.
“Jesus, Nicoli.” Caelian smirks. “You look like you’re about to tell your grandparents you just smoked pot in their bathroom and fucked the sink.”
“Seriously, Caelian,” Alexius scolds. “I swear to God, sometimes I struggle to believe we’re blood-related.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault all you got blessed with are blue eyes, plump lips, a sharp jawline, and high cheekbones with zero fucking personality.”
Isaia rolls his eyes. “Can you take nothing seriously?”
“Not when we get summoned like Armageddon’s about to go down, only to be told that our brother here knows how to fuck a baby into a goddamn womb.” Caelian glowers at me. “Well done, brother. It seems like you can aim after all.”
“There’s a chance Nunzio might be the father.”
And just like that, I drop the motherfucking bomb on all of them, and I pin Caelian with a pointed stare. “Nunzio might just be the one with the perfect aim, brother. Now if you can add sarcasm to that and make it even remotely funny, I’ll kiss your fucking ass right here, right now.”
