“I really love this,” I said after I finished a delicious piece of fig tart tatin, a fancy French dessert that tasted like heaven.
Dante tilted his head with a small smile. “The dessert or your gift?”
I laughed, twisting my arm around to see the emeralds in my bracelet catch the candlelight. “Both. But I was actually referring to our celebration.”
Dante ran his thumb over my knuckles, obviously surprised. “I thought you might expect a bigger celebration for the occasion.”
“No,” I said firmly. “I think this is a concept for the future even when Anna is older and won’t need us close by. I like that it’s just us, no prying eyes.”
Understanding took over Dante’s expression and he pressed a kiss to my hand. “I have to admit I prefer not to share the stunning sight of you in this dress.”
A pleased smile broke free on my face. I leaned toward him. “Are you turning into a flatterer?”
“No, flattering, only the honest truth,” he said in a low voice and a look in his eyes I could feel right between my legs.
I swallowed. “Well, I don’t like to share you with all the gawking women either.”
Dante chuckled. “Now you exaggerate.”
I gave him a look. “I have eyes and so have you. Power and money are the embodiment of sex-appeal, and you combine them with a six-pack. It’s ridiculous.”
Dante stood, holding out his hand in a silent command. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve had too much to drink. Let’s get you to bed.”
I pushed to my feet with a teasing smile. “I’m not tired.” It was a lie, of course. Anna had kept us awake the last few nights.
Dante pressed a hot kiss to my throat. “You won’t sleep.”
His fingers linked with mine as he led me upstairs.
I’d never grow tired of Dante’s body on top of mine, of him making love to me. Those were the moments I felt the most connected to him and could sense how much he wanted to tell me but couldn’t.
Afterward, we headed into Anna’s nursery. Zita had trouble calming her, and I just wanted to be with my little girl. I cradled her to my chest, kissing her chubby cheeks. Dante watched with a tender expression I’d never grow tired of seeing.
I pressed a kiss to Anna’s forehead. I just couldn’t stop loving on her.
“I love you,” Dante said quietly, almost hesitantly.
I smiled. “Do you hear, Anna? Your daddy loves you.”
Dante touched my cheek, bringing my attention to him and shook his head. “That’s not what I meant, even if it’s true. I love you, Val.”
I sucked in a sharp breath, staring at him in a state of shock. I’d made my peace with the fact that Dante couldn’t say the words. It had hurt occasionally but this was something I couldn’t demand.
Regret showed on Dante’s face as he leaned down, his gaze penetrating mine almost desperately. “Haven’t you known? I tried to show it. I obviously didn’t do a good job.”
I tried to get a grip on myself, swallowing hard. “No. You showed your feelings and I gathered that you loved me, but hearing the actual words…” A few embarrassing tears slid down my cheeks. Anna blinked sleepily up at us.
Dante looked like I’d mortally wounded him. He cupped my head and pulled me in for a harsh kiss. “I promise to tell you often from now on. But even if I don’t always voice my emotions aloud, you must know that I love Anna and you more than anything else. You are my future.”
“And your present,” I said with a small teasing smile.
“My everything,” he rasped, and I couldn’t imagine ever being happier than in this moment.About three years laterI rubbed my temples, trying to ignore the hints of a headache throbbing at the back of my head. Since I’d declared war on the Famiglia a few months ago after Liliana ran off with Luca’s soldier Romero and they killed one of my men, I hadn’t slept more than a few hours per night. I wanted to be a father to Anna who seemed to grow every day but for me to have time for my little girl during the day I needed to work at night.
Soon I’d have another child to take care of, not to mention that Valentina needed my support raising two small kids. I didn’t have any illusions about our future relationship with the Famiglia. After everything that had happened, peace was out of the question. This war would soon become bloodier and more brutal, and I needed to make sure that my family was safe.
My phone flashed with a message from Enzo. I scanned it quickly and stilled, then read it once more.
I think Aria’s in town. She’s in the restaurant.
A few seconds later a photo followed. It was taken from a bad angle and obviously half hidden but I recognized Aria’s face at once. Even her dark wig couldn’t distract from her extraordinary facial features.