Epilogue 3
Dalia's POV
I waddled down the stairs of the mansion, going for the kitchen.
Yes waddled.
I was pregnant.
Finding out was hard, telling Vittore was harder because he'd shut me out for a few weeks after I'd told him. Neither of us was ready for a child and I blamed him.
'My pullout game is strong' he said.
Well it really wasn't.
He was scared of having a child, he barely knew what to do with me, how were we going to handle children and this whole mafia thing had to be tackled too.
I knew I could train my kids to be the best of the best but it's the getting them used to killing and torture and darkness part that scare me. It's not going to be easy I know but I was going to do my best. I just hoped Vittore wouldn't chicken out on me.
He handles me like I'm glass which is ok but he's even refused me to leave the room, worried I might trip on a stair or something.
Oh please. I was still steady on my feet.