Page 156 of The Don’s Omega

Later that night, I’m tucked away in bed with Marcello. After spending a few minutes each night feeling the baby kick, Marcello likes to read to the baby. It’s a sweet tradition that I find endearing. Tonight, however, the book he’s chosen is The Godfather.

“Are you sure that’s a good book to read to the baby?” I ask politely, trying to keep criticism out of my voice.

He frowns. “What’s wrong with it? It’s got a lot of character development and action.”

“Right. But, isn’t it a little on the nose? You being a mob boss and all?”

He shrugs. “It’s a classic. Plus, I’m uniquely qualified to explain the inaccuracies.”

“Maybe, but it seems like a pretty violent book for, you know, an unborn child.”

He glances at me and he smiles. “Don’t worry, Elio. I skip all the bloody parts and the sex scenes.”

“Is there any story left after taking all that out?” I murmur.

He laughs. “Don’t be judgy. It’s a good story.”

I sigh and turn toward him, cupping my belly. “Okay, go ahead. We’re listening.”

Marcello leans in and kisses me. When I open my mouth to his tongue, he moans and sets the book aside. He tugs my pajama bottoms down and I laugh.

“What about the book?” I ask, grinning.

His eyes glitter with heat as he rolls me onto my back. “We’ll get to the book in a minute. Right now, I think you need my undivided attention.”

“Oh, do I?” I put my arms around his neck, feeling warm slick oozing out of my hole. I feel breathless at the way he looks at me. It’s like he wants to consume me inside and out.

“Yes.” He kicks off his pants and climbs on top of me, nudging my thighs open. “God, you make me crazy, Elio. Need you all the time.”

“Yeah?” I whisper. “You want to fuck me?”

“You know I do,” he rumbles. “Can’t get enough of you.”

I groan as I feel the wide head of his cock breaching my hole. “Fuck, my teachers were right. Reading really does bring people closer together.”

All laughter has left his eyes as he begins to thrust inside me. His lips are parted and his gaze intense as he pumps in and out of me. I dig my fingers into his muscular biceps, moaning as I take him deep into my aching body.

Every single day I fall deeper and deeper in love with my alpha. I can’t believe there was a time when I thought I hated Marcello. When I thought he was a monster. Now, as we both groan and come, me spurting against his stomach, and him spilling inside my quaking hole, I’ve never felt more complete.

He lowers himself carefully over me, his face buried against my neck, and I wrap my arms around him and hold on. I know exactly who Marcello is now. He’s dangerous, complicated, and far from perfect, but he’s also the man I love. He’s the alpha I’ll do anything for. He’s the alpha I’ll never let go of.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Marcello

In the end, I don’t directly bother addressing the Lucchese port situation. I do, however, attend the quarterly sit-down with the other families. It’s important to look like I care and to be accessible to people who want to talk to me. The meeting lasts forty minutes and ends with handshakes and smiles. In the last month, I refused to indulge the gossip. I refused to feed the grumbling any oxygen. Eventually, everybody got bored of bitching about me and they shut up.

Just like I predicted.

“That went way better than I thought it would,” Carlo says as he drives me home from the meeting.

“I told you months ago the whispers would die out.” I watch the harbor through the window. The water is pewter and flat under a December sky. Cranes on the commercial docks move containers in a slow mechanical ballet.

He sighs. “You were right.”

“Of course I was.”

Carlo’s cheek curves in a smile. “You know what I like about you, boss? Your humility.”