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Her moans grow louder, her body trembling as she nears the edge. I reach between us, finding her clit and rubbing it in time with my thrusts, pushing her closer to that breaking point.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, her body arching off the seat. “Holy shit, Angelo. I’m gonna?—”
“Do it,” I urge her, my voice raw with need. “Come for me, Fee. Come on my cock.”
Her climax hits her like a tidal wave, her walls clenching around me as she screams my name. The sight of her, the sound of her pleasure, is too much for me to handle. With a final, deep thrust, I spill inside her, groaning as the pleasure crashes over me.
We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I pull out of her and immediately draw her into my arms, holding her close. Even though we’re both damp and sticky, Fee snuggles into me, a contented sigh escaping her lips.
I press a kiss to the top of her head, my heart swelling with something I can’t quite name. All I know is that I’ve never felt safer, more at peace, than I do right now with her in my arms.
God, I’m so fucked.
15
SOFIA
Afew days later, I’m walking Lou to school, enjoying the crisp morning air, when my phone buzzes. It’s a text from Angelo.
Perfezione isn’t an active crime scene anymore. You’re clear to go in.
I stop in my tracks, causing Lou to look up at me curiously. “Mom? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, sweetie,” I assure her, still staring at my phone in disbelief. I quickly type a response.
How did you manage that?
Angelo’s response comes swiftly.
I have my ways. Also, I’ve arranged for a contractor to meet you at Perfezione after you drop Lou off.
I blink, dumbfounded. A contractor? Already? I shake my head, marveling at Angelo’s efficiency.
How on earth did you get a contractor so quickly?
This one owes me a favor.
I can't help but laugh as I type,Just how many favors do people owe you?
Angelo’s response is immediate and snarky.
Enough to rebuild all of New York if I wanted to.
I burst out laughing, drawing Lou’s attention again.
“What’s so funny, Mom?” she asks, tugging on my hand and looking at me with curious blue eyes. Even though she looks like Jonah, I still see a lot of me in her.
I show her the text exchange. “Angelo’s being silly,” I explain, slipping my phone back into my pocket.
Lou grins. “I like it when he’s silly. He’s usually so serious.”
As we continue our walk, I find myself smiling. The thought of going back to Perfezione, of starting to rebuild, fills me with a mix of excitement and trepidation. But knowing Angelo’s behind me, supporting me every step of the way, makes it all seem possible.
“Hey, Lou,” I say, squeezing her hand, “how would you feel about helping me clean up the shop after school today?”
Lou’s face lights up. “Really? Can I?”
I nod, feeling a surge of love for my daughter. “Really. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us, but I think together, we can make Perfezione even better than before."
