* * *
“That was amazing…”
* * *
Nico kissed her, plunging his tongue down her throat a second time.
* * *
“Amazing doesn’t begin to describe it darling.”
* * *
His breath still felt warm against her skin. Eve noticed that she was cold. In the evenings, Italy could become almost as cold as Boston. The more she acclimated to the weather, the colder the cold felt. Nico guided her into bed and lay her on her side with a pillow propping her tummy up. He covered Eve in their wool blankets and then climbed into the bed beside her. Eve looked into her fiancé’s eyes, happy that they would have a long life together.
* * *
They lay together beneath the sheets. Nico reached his hand out and touched Eve’s stomach. He could feel their baby moving in her belly.
* * *
Eve smiled as she felt Nico’s warm hand as well as the movement within her womb.
* * *
“Any ideas about what we should name him?” Eve asked.
* * *
“Something traditional. Italian,” Nico offered.
* * *
Eve smiled, “Okay.”
* * *
“What about you, what do you want?”
* * *
“Something Italian sounds nice…”
* * *
“I was thinking Paolo or Emiliano.”
* * *
“I like Emiliano… But it’s a bit long.”
* * *
“What about Edoardo?”
* * *
“Eddie for short?” Eve replied, wrinkling her nose.
* * *
“Matteo?”
* * *
“Now that I like.”
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“It’s a strong, masculine name.”
* * *
“Almost makes me think of… a lion.”
* * *
Nico smiled. Matteo. Thinking about his son by a first name was strange. Before, this baby had been an abstraction, a person sure, but more of an idea. Soon, their baby would be born and he would be a whole new life. He would have a name — Matteo Riccardi. He would become a part of their family, someone else for Nico to protect. Nico just hoped that he would be able to protect his son.
* * *
“Do you think that he’ll be safe?” Eve asked.
* * *
It was like she could read Nico’s mind and understand all his fears. They’d escaped the United States and they should have been safe where they were. But there would always be that lingering fear that something would go wrong. There would always be that lingering fear that someone would discover them so many miles away from Boston and make them pay.
* * *
“I will keep him safe,” Nico reassured her.
* * *
He knew that Italy might not be the safest place. Perhaps they’d have to spend a few years in Paris, London or maybe even Greece to truly feel safe from his father and his father’s men. But he would be able to provide for Eve and that was what was most important.
* * *
“Don’t worry Eve. I’ve protected you so far, haven’t I?”
* * *
He had. Eve nodded and leaned forward to kiss Nico. As she kissed him, she felt another burning between her thighs. She wanted even more from him. Her desires had been sated only for a short time. She found herself craving Nico’s touch again. He could see it in her deep, warm brown eyes. Her eyes were such a dark color that they forced him to open his soul.
* * *
He gently rolled Eve on her back and kissed her lips as he lay by her side.
* * *
“Relax babe…” He whispered.
* * *
Nico moved his head between Eve’s legs again. Oh goodness. She both wanted and feared more pleasure from him. With his tongue, Nico could do amazing things that defied Eve’s expectations. He spread her legs apart and ran his hands up and down her thighs. Eve gasped as Nico began to plant kisses on her thighs and legs. Her flesh prickled beneath his lips. He trailed his tongue in the spots that he’d kissed, spreading a cool sensation all over Eve’s skin.
* * *
Eve gasped as Nico’s kisses finally trailed to the top of her mound. All her fears had been replaced by pure excitement. She craved Nico’s tongue between her legs, his soft warm tongue slurping between her folds until she reached a fantastic climax.
* * *
Nico pressed Eve’s thighs down. She could no longer see him over the curvature of her belly. Nico’s tongue grazed her outer pussy lips. Eve shuddered from the instant his tongue made contact. Nico squeezed her thighs tighter and plunged his tongue fully between Eve’s folds. She arched her back upwards, allowing him greater access to her slit.
* * *
Nico’s tongue began to slide across the full length of her slit. Eve gasped and thrust her hips downward, grinding her pussy into Nico’s face. He held onto her thighs tightly and began to swirl his tongue around her clit. Eve could feel a climax building in her chest. She cried out as Nico began to suck on her clit hard.
* * *
Eve’s pussy engorged beneath his tongue. She moaned as she reached that point of release. Nico kept his tongue pressed against her pussy as she writhed beneath him in ecstasy. Waves of euphoria burst out from Eve’s core, leaving her to groan and wriggle as each wave crested. Fluids exploded from her pussy and Nico lapped up every last drop with his tongue. She convulsed again and felt another climax exploding.
* * *
Nico nibbled tenderly on her outer pussy lips as she came, sending brand new sensations traveling through Eve’s body. He pulled his lips away when she could barely find her breath. Her bosom heaved up and down with each inhalation as Nico slid beside her.
* * *
“Wow…” Eve managed to allow one word to escape.
* * *
Nico smirked.
* * *
“More?”
* * *
“No. I don’t think I could handle it.”
* * *
A job well done. Nico slid next to Eve and snaked his hands through hers again. Pleasuring her brought him pleasure too. They’d been through so much together and now they were going to start life again in a new country. They’d have time for a proper relationship, not just existing while on the run. Nico would finally get a chance to have the family that he’d always craved.
* * *
When he looked back on his past, he saw the pain that was there. But this time, he could look at this pain from a more detached perspective. It was all a part of his journey. And now, he’d reached a new destination, with a new woman. And Eve wasn’t a woman he would fail to protect. He’d learned his lesson this time.
* * *
Nico knew he’d have to fight temptation to go back to who he was. He’d have to fight the temptation to live a violent life. He’d have to consciously choose to be different from Giuseppe in every single moment. Nico already had a feeling that he’d be a better father. He needed to. He needed to be a real man — not just for his unborn son, but for Eve.
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Book Two
The Family Secret
Prologue
MATTEO
March 1st, 2019
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Dear Diary,
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I worry that I’m starting to tire of Italy. At first, things seemed great. And of course, Matteo has been the best thing to ever happen to me. It’s been amazing watching him grow and now that he’s six months old, I’m starting to realize that he’s ours. Despite everything that’s happened between me and Nico, we’ve created something beautiful.
* * *
Matteo right now has gained weight and he’s at around 18 lbs. Look at me. I would have never guessed back in Boston that this is where I would be right now. I would have never
guessed that I’d be writing at my desk, facing a gorgeous pavilion, waiting eagerly for Nico to return.
* * *
Matteo is sleeping in the room, occasionally gurgling and I feel strong love flowing through my veins every time I hold him, look at him or feed him. I understand what it’s like to be a mother now. I never understood why women made such a fuss over husbands and babies but now, here I am — soon to be married and mother to a beautiful biracial child.
* * *
As I haven’t described him yet — Matteo has skin the color of caramel and his hair is a mixture of dark brown with streaks of blond. He has more hair than most babies and of course, I’m reluctant to cut it. I’ve sent pictures of him to all in the family and they rave about how much he looks like me. Personally, I hope that he ends up looking more like his father. I would love for him to have Nico’s strong jaw, his firmness and his sweetness. I suppose all of that is all up to chance either way. There’s nothing I can do about it.
* * *
Since moving to Italy, I worry about Nico more. At first, he seemed content with the way we were living. Everything was calm. Perhaps it was too calm for him. Then, I suspect he got pulled into business again. Though I have no real evidence of this, I noticed a change in the man I loved.
* * *
After everything that happened in Boston, I find myself wary of any of his business dealings. He promises me that nothing dangerous is happening and that he loves me and Matteo both. He promises me that nothing will go wrong — that he is simply doing what he has to in order to ensure we remain safe.
* * *
So far, it seems like Giuseppe is out of the picture. He doesn’t plan to return to Italy and I don’t think he’s willing to take on Nico again. He knows his son is strong enough to finish him. Nico was merciful in Boston, and I’m grateful for that. While Nico’s life comes with its fair share of thrills, I’m reluctant to be cavalier about crime.
* * *
We haven’t heard much about what is happening over in the United States but I get the sense that Giuseppe may be in prison — but I don’t know what to believe. Nico has ears everywhere, but I try my best not to get involved. I don’t think our relationship could handle more of that sort of thing again. How can we be expected to?
* * *
And now, things are different. I expect more from Nico and he knows it. Now that we have a son we cannot become deeply involved in his previous business dealings. I don’t care how much money is involved. That’s not the sort of life that I want for Matteo and it’s not the sort of life that I want for myself.
* * *
I haven’t returned to Boston, but my family has come here to visit me. It’s been rough not seeing them and I miss just hearing English all the time. But I can’t complain too much. We live in a gorgeous home and Nico is thinking of upgrading again. I have everything that money could buy. My closet went from J.C. Penney to Dior overnight and that’s all because of Nico. He’s provided for me in exactly the way a good man should and I’m beyond grateful for everything he’s done for me.
* * *
In this new place, we have two cooks, two maids and I have a personal assistant. Nico wants me to focus on the baby, but I’ve been itching to get back to work soon too. I have so much creativity and so many good ideas. I was thinking that maybe I could start catering baked goods or making candies again. Perhaps it is all too soon as Nico thinks. But I don’t feel as if I need more time to settle. Everything is stable — and I like it that way.
* * *
I love my home, I love my baby and I love Nico. What more could a girl ask for?
* * *
I’ve been thinking about discussing a second child with Nico too. I know that it might be too soon since Matteo is only six months old. But each time that I see his beautiful face, I imagine what it would be like to have a daughter. One boy. One girl. That isn’t too much to ask, is it?
* * *
I must close this entry now because I think I hear Nico at the door downstairs and I’m certain Matteo will wake up. Isn’t it awfully quaint to be writing in a real diary? This one is nice and leather bound too — a gift from my fiancé. Nico has been encouraging me to document my feelings since moving here and the process isn’t entirely painful — though it feels corny.
* * *
It’s definitely Nico. So long.
* * *
— Eve
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Afterword
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