Page 93 of Bought By Mafia Daddies
My daughter’s laughter was the sweetest music to my ears.
“It’s her big day,” I agreed.
“She’s the star of the show every day,” Alex insisted. He was still the cool, collected man I’d fallen for a year ago, but a new softness had come out since Sofia’s birth. Every day, I got to watch him become more comfortable with fatherhood, with affection, with the loving tenderness he’d always deserved to experience.
“Maybe not for long,” Devin piped up from my other side. “If she becomes a big sister, she’ll have to learn to share the spotlight.”
“There’s plenty of room,” Jonathan pointed out, joining our trio at last. He was stunning in his best all-black suit, carrying the air of authority he’d settled so well into since his father passed. He threw a wink at me as he poured me a glass of champagne.
I smiled at him as I took it, remembering that first night, the bubbly I’d spilled down my front. Oh, how things had changed. Grown for the better.
“And you’ve gotta admit, Frankie, we made a pretty baby the first time.” Devin again. His canines flashed as he grinned at me, and I flushed pink at this line of inquiry. I loved the idea of growing our family further, and Devin’s continued campaign for more kids was endearing, softening my resolve to wait a while, at least until Sofie was out of diapers.
Things had settled in our lives enough that I felt that itch, that yearning to add more love to our family.
The Butera family, too, had turned over a new leaf thanks to my husband’s leadership.
Without Anthony’s iron fist leading the organization down darker and darker paths, I didn’t have to fear a loss of power or for the souls of my guys.
Of course, they’d never be fully out of the organized crime game, but their operations targeted bigger bads, more corrupt leaders, and a lot of the Butera fortune was now being funneled toward philanthropic causes.
A local children’s hospital—the very one where our baby girl was born—had been receiving anonymous donations for months now.
I was still so proud of Jonathan. The poise he’d exhibited while making these changes for the better, even as he faced opposition from some of the more old school Butera members, made me admire him all the more.
It was no wonder I wore the ring on my left hand that declared me theirs.
Of course, we couldn’t actually be married.
Not all four of us, the way we really wanted, and I had no desire to choose one of my men over the other just for the sake of some paperwork.
But the ring they’d given me after Sofia was born was all the confirmation I needed that this was forever.
Three small gems nicely aligned on a platinum band—onyx for Jonathan, emerald for Devin, and an icy aquamarine for Alexei.
The party went on, we cut the pink cake, and our unconventional family cherished every second of this milestone year.
Despite the rough start, the unbelievable auction story we could never tell our daughter, or her future siblings, or our one day gaggle of grandkids, I knew we’d cherish every other memory we made in the future, too.
Everything was as it should be, every strange, dangerous, chaotic piece of the puzzle a perfect fit.
And the picture it all made was a masterpiece.
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“Be a good girl.”
The first time one of my mother’s best friends said it,
I should have walked away.
Instead…
I stayed.
Sleeping with one of them would’ve been reckless.
Sleeping with all three?
That’s the kind of mistake that burns a town down.
