Page 126 of The Wrong Mafia Bride
I am crying openly now, tears streaming down my face as I look at the three men kneeling before me—three men who came into my life by accident and became everything I never knew I needed.
"We are giving you a choice," Dante says, his voice steady but intense. "No obligation, no pressure, no expectation. We want you to stay with us, to be our wife, to build this life together. Butonly if that is what you truly want. If you want to leave, to go somewhere else, to start over—we will help you do that. We will make sure you are safe and provided for. We will love this baby and be part of its life in whatever way you allow. But we will not keep you captive."
"You are free, Rosalina," Gabriel adds. "Truly free. To choose us or not choose us. To stay or go. To build whatever life makes you happy."
"But if you do choose us," Luca continues, squeezing my hand, "if you decide to stay—we promise to love you until our last breath. To protect you and this baby and any other children we might have. To give you everything we have and everything we are."
Dante lifts the ring box higher. "These rings represent us," he explains. "Three bands that fit together but can stand alone. Three separate pieces that become something stronger when combined. Like us. Like this family we are building."
I stare down at the rings, at the three men kneeling before me, and I realize that this is not really a choice at all.
Because there is no version of my future that does not include them.
No version where I walk away and do not spend the rest of my life regretting it.
No version where I choose safety over love, security over family, fear over hope.
"I choose you," I say, and my voice is strong despite the tears. "All of you. Completely and without reservation. I choose this life, this family, this love. I choose it all."
Dante's expression breaks into the most genuine smile I have ever seen on his face—no calculation, no control, just pure, unfiltered joy. Gabriel's eyes close briefly, relief washing over his features. Luca laughs, bright and unrestrained, his thumb still stroking my hand.
"Until the end of time," I add, because I need them to understand the depth of what I am promising. "I am yours until the end of time. All three of you. For better or worse, in violence and in peace, through every impossible thing this life throws at us—I am yours."
"And we are yours," Dante says, rising from his knee. He takes the center ring from the box and slides it onto my finger with reverent care. "Completely. Eternally. Irrevocably."
Gabriel stands next, taking the second ring—slightly smaller, delicate diamonds with ruby accents—and stacks it on top of Dante's. "My heart, my strength, my loyalty. All of it belongs to you."
Luca is last, his ring the most ornate of the three, with twisted bands that catch the light. "My joy, my soul, my love. Yours, Bella. Always yours."
The three rings stack perfectly, creating a gorgeous, glittering display on my finger that catches the afternoon sun. I hold up my hand, watching the light dance through the diamonds and rubies, and feel something settle deep in my chest.
Home.
This is home.
Not a building or a city or a country—these three men, this family we are building, this love that defies every convention and breaks every rule.
"I love you," I tell them, looking at each face in turn. "Dante, Gabriel, Luca—I love all of you. More than I thought it was possible to love anyone."
"We love you too," Dante says, and then he is kissing me, his hands cradling my face with exquisite gentleness, his mouth moving against mine with a tenderness that makes my knees weak.
When we break apart, Gabriel is there, turning me toward him, his kiss different—deeper, more controlled, but no less passionate. I melt into him, my hands fisting in his shirt, and I feel Dante's hands settle on my waist from behind, steadying me.
Luca is grinning when Gabriel releases me, and his kiss is playful and hot and makes my toes curl in my shoes. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, teasing, claiming, and I hear Dante make a low sound of approval behind me.
"I think," Luca says against my lips, "we should celebrate properly."
"The bedroom is very far away," Gabriel observes, but there is heat in his voice now.
"Who said anything about the bedroom?" Dante's hands slide down to my hips, pulling me back against him. "This is where I first realized that she was truly ours. This is where it began. Seems fitting that we celebrate here."
I glance around the fountain courtyard—enclosed by high hedges, completely private, the sound of water covering any other noise. "Here? Outside?"
"Does that bother you?" Dante asks, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind my ear.
"No," I breathe, because it does not. If anything, the idea of being claimed by all three of them right here, in the place where Dante first had feelings for me, feels perfect. Right.
"Good," Luca says, already reaching for the hem of my shirt—Dante's shirt, really, oversized and hanging off my frame. "Because I have been thinking about this for two weeks and I am not waiting another minute."
