“Fuck, it feels good to have you in my arms,” his lips whisper against the crown of my head.
“What’s wrong, Massimo? I know you can’t go into details, but I know my husband well enough to know that something is wrong, really wrong.” I tip my head up to look into his dark eyes. They’re so much like Dante’s yet unlike Angelina and Gio’s in their baby blues. They’re both from the same mother; fortunately, we we’re able to adopt them both when she fell pregnant immediately after having Angelina. Thankfully, Massimo was able to put a clause in the situation to keep their biological mother from falling pregnant again with a hefty payment. I know us; we’d take any of our children’s siblings, but who knows what else could happen? And I’m thankful that she willingly made it to where she was done having children for at least the next five years.
“I’m not ready to ruin this moment, but if I don’t tell you, you’ll hear it from the club, and I’d rather it come from me.” My minds prepares for the worst, thinking something has happened to Jackson or my dad, while I hope for the best.
“Okay,” I respond, reluctantly.
“It’s your cousin Silas. Shovel asked if I could pull some strings down in Louisiana. It seems that he found himself in a bit of trouble, and it’s looking like he could serve life in prison.” I drop my forehead to his chest. Silas lives in Louisiana with Aunt Shila and Uncle Shadow. We don’t see them as much as the cousins here. That doesn’t mean we don’t keep in touch.
“Fuck, Massimo, this is going to kill Aunt Shila. What did he do?” I ask. I’m ready to jump out of bed to call her right now, but I know it’s not the time.
“I don’t even want to say it because I’d be in his shoes, too. This stays between you and me. I’m not sure how much the other women know yet. He walked out of a bar, saw a woman being held against her will, saying no, her shirt ripped. Silas attacked the man and crushed his windpipe. In a different area, it wouldn’t matter, the rapist would have gotten what he deserved. This fucker, though, he’s tied into some politics bullshit,” Massimo says.
“Well, shit. If that were Dante or Gio in that situation, I’d be happy he saved a girl. God, I hope there’s something you can do.”
“I’m trying my hardest, even if that means leaving my family for a few days.” My lips find his, kissing him lightly.
“As long as you come home to us, we’ll be okay,” I reply.
“I’ll always come home to my family,” he states truthfully, and I know that’s the case because he’s always here with us, no matter what.