Antonio's smirk faltered for a moment as he glanced at River. "Well, Cara," he began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. At that moment, with that stupid expression on his face, he almost looked like a little boy who had done something wrong.
"What is it?" Valerie asked, feeling dread pulling in her stomach as she imagined the worst. Why did he look so guilty? "There was a bit of a mix-up with the paperwork when you were rushed in. A... uh... misunderstanding." He hesitated. Valerie frowned, her gaze shifting between the two men. "What kind of misunderstanding?" River took a deep breath and stepped forward. "Antonio...he signed the birth certificate as the baby's father." Val stared at the two men, uncomprehending. "He...WHAT?" she cried when she realized what was said, then quickly lowered her voice, remembering she was at the hospital. "I don't understand," she hissed. "By accident," Antonio interjected quickly. "There was confusion, and the nurses needed the forms filled out. So, I may have signed my name where Julian’s should have been. You know...on those dotted lines where it says father's signature?" He explained as if speaking to a five-year-old. Valerie blinked. "You signed as his father?" "Si. But I mean, not like Julian could sign. He is dead," Antonio reminded her. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anger and bewilderment surging through her. "You signed the birth certificate? My son’s birth certificate?" she repeated, unable to believe what she was hearing. "Si," he said again without a hint of guilt on his face. Was this some kind of sick joke? "Valerie," River said softly, stepping closer. "I know this is a lot to take in, but right now, the most important thing is that you and Landon are both safe and healthy. We'll sort out the paperwork. I promise." But Valerie wasn't paying any attention to River. "Antonio. Y-you...are you an idiot!?" "Oh, come on, Bella. You don't need to be rude," Antonio almost looked sad as he scratched the side of his face where his scar was. If she wasn't holding a newborn, Valerie probably would have jumped out of the bed and kicked him in his family jewels. That would teach him! She couldn't believe how dismissive he was being about something so important. This wasn't just some random mistake – it involved her son’s legal identity. "Fix it right now!" Valerie said through gritted teeth. Antonio raised an eyebrow. "Fix it? I don't know if I could." "Why not?" she asked. "Because I find that I rather like being Landon’s accidental father," Antonio declared. Ehh? "Antonio, this is not a joke," Valerie snapped, her hands tightening around Landon. "I'm not joking, mia cara," he replied, his dark eyes locked on hers. "I may have signed the birth certificate by accident, but that doesn't change the fact that I am now Landon’s father in the eyes of the law. And honestly, I don't hate it." He smiled innocently. Well...as innocent as he could with that terrifying face of his. Valerie couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was Antonio actually serious? Did he think this was some kind of game? "I don't want you to be my son’s father!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with anger and disbelief. "Valerie, calm down," Ellie said soothingly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You are still weak." "The boy doesn't have a real father," Antonio stated the obvious. "That's because YOU killed his real father, jackass," Valerie hissed. She shivered at the memory of Antonio's men swarming inside Julian's club and open firing. Luckily, she was spared because she was at home stuffing her face with potato chips. "Did you think I'd just forgive you for that?" she barked. Part of her was relieved that Julian wasn't alive to raise Landon, but Antonio didn't need to know that... Antonio waved his hand dismissively. "I didn't kill him with my own hands. One of my men got overexcited. Anyway, it's neither here nor there. What's important now is that Landon needs a father, and I'm available. I have no children, and my name is attached to him now." "Hang on a moment. Are you trying to adopt my nephew, Antonio? You got to be fucking kidding me," River growled. Oh, thank god. At least River was still thinking clearly. "I'm not joking," Antonio repeated, crossing his arms over his chest. "I can be a good father to Landon." River snorted in disbelief. "You think being a kingpin makes you father material?" "I have resources. I can offer her protection that no one else can," Antonio shot back. "And you are no better than me, Foster. So are you saying you won't be a good father either?" River opened his mouth and then closed it. "That's beside the point!" Valerie screamed, finally finding her voice again. "I am his mother! I get to decide who gets to be a part of his life!" "Why, of course, mi amore," Antonio nodded. "No one is trying to take your baby from you. What I am suggesting is that..." He paused and smiled at her sheepishly. Something told Valerie he was up to no good. "What are you suggesting?" she breathed. His smirk widened. "I am suggesting that we get married." For a moment, all she could do was stare at him, her anger replaced by sheer disbelief. Then she did the only thing that seemed logical at the time—she burst into laughter. She couldn't stop laughing. Her sides hurt, her vision blurred with tears, and there were spots in front of her eyes. What a crazy, outrageous proposition! Antonio was staring at her without saying anything, his lips curled up in an amused smile. "Are you serious?" Ellie asked, as shocked as Valerie was. "Yes," Antonio answered, his smirk never wavering. "I am as serious as a heart attack." "Have you lost your damn mind?!" River exploded, making a grab for Antonio's collar, but Ellie held him back. "You can't ask her to marry you," Ellie stated harshly, her eyes narrowed at Antonio. "And why not?" Antonio retorted. "I mean, I suppose she could just come and live with me, but I'm a traditional man with traditional family values. If I am to make the boy my adoptive son, his mom should be my wife." This man was insane. "I won't let you marry my sister," River growled. "Why ever not?" Antonio raised an eyebrow. "Because you're my enemy!" River bellowed. "You're not fit to be a dog's parent, let alone a human's!" "Oh, come on, Foster, you make it sound like I'm some kind of monster," Antonio chuckled darkly. "And we aren't exactly enemies. We just didn't have the chance to get to know each other. But don't worry. We will have plenty of chance once I become your brother-in-law." River looked at Ellie. "Are you sure I shouldn't kill him here?" Antonio ignored River and looked at Valerie. "How about you tell me your answer, yeah?" "I...I..." Valerie's mind was spinning, and she felt dizzy with everything that was happening, but one thing was clear—there was no way in hell that she was marrying Antonio Costello.“Remember,” Suzi said as Max opened her door, “no threatening anyone before cake.”Max adjusted his shirt. “Depends who shows up.”“Max,” she warned, giving him the look.He offered her his arm. “Fine. But if there’s a boy, I’m talking to him.”“Shouldn’t Lucas be more bothered by it since it’s his sister?” Suzi asked.“Oh, he will be bothered by this too, trust me. But we are all protective of Sky. All the girls in our family really,” Max said.Inside, the house was already alive with noise. Music thumped faintly from the back patio, kids darted between rooms, and someone yelled for more ice.“Suzi!” Sky shrieked and bolted over, nearly knocking Suzi off her feet.“Happy birthday!” Suzi laughed, hugging her. “Look at you. You’re stunning.”Sky spun once, showing off the sleek black dress. “Seventeen,” she said proudly.Max’s brow furrowed. “Too grown up.”Sky rolled her eyes. “Hi, Max. Please try to smile tonight. At least once.”“This is my smile,” Max said.Daphne followed Landon i
In the morning, Suzi sat at the kitchen island with a bowl of cereal… and a pint of mint chocolate chip on standby.Valerie was across from her, sipping coffee and eyeing the ice cream. “Really, Suzi? For breakfast?”“It has calcium,” Suzi said primly, spooning both cereal and ice cream in the same bite. “The baby likes variety.”Max stalked in shirtless, hair messy, looking like he hadn’t slept at all. He set a stack of nursery wallpaper samples down on the counter like they were battle plans. “This one,” he growled, stabbing a finger at the pale blue option.“No,” Suzi said without even looking. “The baby will want green.”“The baby doesn’t care about paint colors.”Suzi turned her spoon on him like a weapon. “The baby told me.”Valerie choked on her coffee.Max pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something in Italian that was probably unholy. Then, louder: “Fine. But not the one with ducks. I draw the line at ducks.”Suzi gasped. “What’s wrong with ducks? They’re wholesome!”
Six months later…Max was dead asleep when something jabbed into his ribs.“Max,” Suzi whispered, then nudged him harder. “Max. Wake up.”He groaned, rolling halfway onto his stomach. “Little rabbit, it’s four in the morning. Go back to sleep.”“I can’t.”He cracked one bleary eye open. “Bad dream?”“No.” She sat up, rubbing her round belly with both hands. “I need ice cream.”Max blinked. “…Ice cream?”“Not just any ice cream.” Her eyes narrowed, deadly serious. “That mint chocolate chip from that place downtown with the sprinkles they make fresh. I can taste it, Max. My whole body is screaming for it.”He buried his face into the pillow with a groan. “We bought six tubs of ice cream yesterday.”“That was yesterday. The baby wants this one today.”Max peeked up at her, and despite the bags under his eyes, a crooked grin tugged at his mouth. “So the baby has expensive taste already. Great. Just like his mother.”Suzi swatted his shoulder. “Don’t make jokes, I’m dying.”Max sat up, rak
Max’s arm never loosened around Suzi as he guided her toward the door, his body shielding hers from the broken lights and blood-streaked floor. Landon stayed a step ahead, scanning every shadow, and Antonio followed close behind, his eyes sharp, making sure Ricci didn’t spring back from the darkness.Suzi sucked in a breath like she hadn’t taken one in hours. Max’s hand tightened at her side, steadying her when her knees threatened to give.“I’ve got you,” he whispered again, almost like a vow, his lips brushing the top of her head. She leaned into him, his warmth made her sleepy.The black car was already waiting at the curb, Nico behind the wheel, his expression grim. Landon opened the back door, but Max didn’t wait. He scooped Suzi up in his arms, ignoring the protests of his battered body.“Max—” she started, startled by the sudden lift.“Shh.” His grip only tightened. “Let me.”Suzi’s cheek pressed against his chest, her tears soaking into his shirt as the steady beat of his he
Suzi stumbled back against the wall, her wrists still bound, her chest rising in panicked gasps. She called out, “Max!”Ricci clawed at Max’s arm, nails digging into raw skin, but the man didn’t budge. He was pale, beaten, yet he was relentless, fury and love pouring through every fiber of him.“You think you can take her from me?” Max growled, his forehead pressed close to Ricci’s. “You think you can threaten my wife? My child?” His grip tightened, knuckles whitening. Ricci’s vision blurred at the edges.Max slammed him again into the wall. The plaster cracked behind Ricci’s head, dust raining down. He choked, gasping for air, his legs kicking out uselessly against the ground.“You picked the wrong man to test,” Max said, his voice low, guttural, shaking with restraint he barely had left.Landon’s voice carried from behind, sharp but controlled. “Max! Don’t kill him…”Ricci gagged, spittle at the corner of his lips, his fingers clawing for the knife on the floor but coming up short.
No one else spoke. Landon’s eyes waited on Ricci. Even Suzi, bound and barely moving, looked at Ricci the way teachers used to in the hallway: with a kind of tired disappointment that made him itch. He hated it.“I’m not a kid,” Ricci spat, swinging the blade toward the nearest threat—Antonio, who didn’t so much as blink. “You’re gonna take me seriously,” Ricci hissed. His voice cracked on the last word, and his heart hammered so loud he was sure they could hear it.“You’re scared,” Max said. He didn’t sound cruel. If anything, there was something gentle in how he said it, which only pissed Ricci off more. “Let her go, Ricci.”The blade trembled in Ricci’s hand, pressed against Suzi’s skin. Her chest rose and fell fast, but her eyes weren’t on him. They were locked on Max, and that was worse than any insult.“I said back up!” Ricci barked, his voice breaking around the edges.Max didn’t move. His hands stayed open, his steps slow. “You want me, Ricci. Not her.”Ricci’s heart hammered.