Epilogue
Aria’s POV
Sophie had her baby. Their first. Apparently, Dom had a wild hair to impregnate her at least three more times.
Not that I wasn’t a baby person, but I couldn’t see myself with a baby.
At least, not yet. Their daughter, Mirabella, whom I call Bellie, is precious, but I’m not ready for a bundle of chaos.
Yes, she is a good baby, but not my thing.
After Maximo’s bruises and marks cleared up after taking on Nico, I finally met his parents. Maximo’s mother, Isabella, welcomed me with open arms, but was a bit apprehensive of my “nature.”
She once said to me, “You can show power without showing violence, mia cara.” I smiled my sweet smile at her, and silently disagreed. Maximo had looked at me knowingly.
Maximo’s father, Riccardo, adores me and had said at one point, “He just needed the right person to be his Donna.” He had smiled proudly at me.
Lorenzo had been acting off for a few months, starting right after Nico died.
I eventually found out he was seeing someone.
He was a dark figure. Not mafia specifically, but he potentially had a new clan growing.
I would be sure to keep my eyes on him. Orsino DeLuca.
I made sure to listen anytime Maximo, Dom, or Carlo mentioned his name.
If he fucked with my cousin in any wrong way, I would end him.
Maximo and I began attending dinners with Sophie and Dom.
These dinners also sometimes included Carlo and his wife, Catalina.
I wasn’t a fan of hers, but I tolerated when I had to.
I knew she had a rough upbringing as well, a very unsupportive family, but something about her just rubbed me the wrong way.
She kept her distance with us, and was cordial at best. Whatever. She’s not important.
Maximo and I were going strong. After Nico went down, no one was stupid enough to come after us, separately or together.
During our first anniversary we had been dealing with some crazy stuff, so my idea from our wedding night had not played out as planned. So for the second anniversary, I made plans for my husband. A reminder of sorts of who he was married to, and best not to forget it.
The night of our anniversary, I told Maximo to meet me in our room. When he arrived he called out to me.
“Aria, what’s going on?”
I had been in the walk-in closet with the door partially closed.
“Is the door closed?”
“Yes.” He sounded hesitant.
I smirked. I opened the door further and walked out into the room.
“Cazzo!”
I was wearing my bloodied wedding dress. I smiled at him, while he looked pissed off.
“Come, El Capo,” I drawled, “and help me out of this dress.” I kept my voice low and husky.
His eyes met mine, hesitant and a bit irritated.
I smiled wider at him. I walked towards him, turned around, and waited for him to unzip the dress.
I heard him move softly towards me, as he grunted.
He slowly slid the zipper down, as he saw my lace black bra underneath.
He stopped, then continued to lower the zipper, just below my panty line.
I turned to him and dropped the dress. I was wearing silky black underwear with garters and pantyhose.
Once I stepped out of the dress, I was also wearing black stiletto heels.
“Happy Anniversary, El Capo.” My eyes gleamed at him.
He growled, quickly pulled me to him aggressively, and kissed me hard. We were both fighting for dominance, until we pulled apart, breathing hard.
“Cazzo! You will get rid of that fucking dress!”
I smiled at him, and said sweetly, “Of course, husband. Whatever you want.”
He smiled wickedly at me. “And whatever you want, mi Donna.”
And we celebrated our union, the messy one and the one that brought us to where we are now. A King, finally with his Queen!