Page 44 of Righteous Enforcer
I carry my coffee to Alessandro’s office, not bothering to knock.
He looks up from paperwork.
“I’m off today to get to know my kid. I’m giving her the guestroom next to my room.”
Alessandro arches a brow. “You’re pretty full of yourself giving me orders.”
“I’ve given my life to this family. The least you can do is give me this.”
He sits back in his chair. “You act as if I haven’t given my life to this family.”
I shrug. “You don’t have anything else. But hey, if you fall in love or find you have a kid, I’ll support you in taking time to?—”
He laughs. “That’s not happening. And I’m not going to come between you and your child, but I have to reiterate that Eva can’t be trusted.”
I nod, letting him know I understand and even agree.
“Has she said anything?”
“Beyond our father threatened her? No. But if there’s something there, I’ll find out.”
He studies me for a moment. “And what if he was right? What if she was one of the several Bratva plants in the family?”
My jaw tightens.
Anyone else, I’d kill them.
But it’s Eva.
Can I kill her?
The mother of my child?
I hope I won't have to find out. “I’ll do what needs to be done.”
With that, I walk out, turning my mind to Mirabella.
I've never decorated a child's room. Never thought I'd need to.
But I pull out my phone and begin scrolling and ordering everything a three-year-old girl might want.
Dolls.
Books.
A nightlight shaped like a star.
Pink sheets with unicorns.
Fuck, I don't know what she likes.
But I should. I should know her favorite color, when she had her first steps and spoke her first word.
I blame Eva that I don’t know these things, but I push it away, determined to learn them now.
I head upstairs to Valentina’s old room where I put Eva and Mirabella last night.
I knock on Eva's door, hating that my heart is racing like a fucking teenager at the idea of seeing Eva again.
