He tugged on my hair to make me look at him again, smirking when he saw that my eyes were wet.
“I would love to fuck you right now, but then I’d have to kill every man in that house for seeing even a glimpse of what’s mine.”
“We should probably go home then, or I’ll have to kill them for cock-blocking.”
He grinned and pressed a kiss to my lips. “We’re going to the jet, principessa.”
“Then where are we going?”
“I promised I’d take you wherever you wanted to go, and now I owe myself a honeymoon.”
“Owe yourself, Judas?”
He patted my ass and then slowly released me from his embrace. “I’m going to do nothing but eat your pussy, fuck you for hours, and make sure I get plenty of use of your throat.”
I can get on board with that if you throw in a beach and some cocktails, but I don’t know where to go.”
He sidled up to the passenger side door and pulled it open for me. “I hear Cancun is always nice. We could start there.”
“Asshole,” I playfully admonished as I slid into the car.
He helped me tuck my gown safely inside and then took over the driver’s seat. We left the cemetery behind and headed for where the jet would be waiting. I let my head loll to look out the window, allowing everything to sink in.
What a fucking day.
There was only one thing missing, but I knew I’d have to lay him to rest now, keep him safe in my heart and protected from anyone that tried to taint his memory. I wanted to live, not just go through the days trying to survive and force myself to be happy.
That meant I had to accept the ending of one very long chapter so that I could start the next one with something new.
Judas reached over and took my hand, threading our fingers together.
“Are you ready to join an exclusive club?”
I laughed breathily when I realized what he was talking about, my reflection smiling back at me. He always seemed to know when my thoughts were heavy, or I needed to be pulled out of them.
“I guess I get to be a mile-high member after all.”
“I think there might be a shiny revolver and some champagne waiting for us.”
I shifted in my seat and angled my body toward his side of the car. “Well, then I think someone needs to drive a little faster.”
His devilish grin was the one warning I got before he hit the gas.
EPILOGUE
My famiglia always celebrated Christmas, but not since me and my sister were children had they gone this fucking wild.
Three different trees, decorations on every surface, and hired elves that couldn’t seem to stop pissing Otto off. Of course, there was also a giant goddamn Santa. Sadly, it wasn’t Saint. He was currently talking with my padre and uncle over spiked egg nog.
Christmas music played throughout the house, a soundtrack to the flurry of activity. My madre was in the kitchen with Cookie, Brianna, and Nova whipping up enough food to feed an army.
We had Theo and my sister on a mission in the wine cellar, which was taking them a suspiciously long time to return from.
That left Gavin, Rhys, and Juan to set the table. They would fuck it up and in turn, my madre would stare at them throughout dinner disapprovingly. Owen and I would be spared because he was on videographer duty, and I had a valid excuse of needing to check on my wife.
I went upstairs to my old bedroom, pushing the door open without knocking, making sure I was quiet. Audrey looked up as I entered along with my dogs someone had made into reindeer.
Only a bedside lamp was on, creating a soft glow in the otherwise dark room.
“He just woke up,” she told me softly, rising from the bed. She was going to pop at any fucking second. Her round stomach seemed too big for her small frame.
I had grown a special tolerance for her.
Although, to be frank, it’s not like I had much of a choice.
Rhiannon and Gavin had turned into some duo whose sole mission was to be a pain in my ass. I nodded my thanks as she walked by, taking Romeo and Juliet with her. The door clicked shut a second later, signaling they were all gone.
I looked at my stunning wife and had to take a second to thank whatever fucking powers may be that she was mine. This woman was made for me. She was the joy I could hold in my hands when this life became too chaotic.
Her and the beautiful boy beside her.
I circled around the bed and saw he was wide awake. His eyes were fixated on the bay window, watching the snow fall in wonderment.
“Polpetto.” I scooped him up and sat down on the edge of the bed.