Ellie Foster didn't know if she should laugh or cry at the whole Valerie and Antonio situation.
This whole situation was absolutely ridiculous. Valerie looked at Antonio like she wanted to tear his dick off, but Antonio still stood there with a smug expression on his face.
And River...he was livid. Ellie stayed on guard in case River decided to make the hospital room into a battleground.
Oh boy.
"No," Valerie said. Ellie could tell she was trying to make her voice as steady and firm as possible, but it wavered slightly. "I won't marry you, Antonio."
He cocked his head. "You sure?"
"I am sure."
"Well, that's a shame," Antonio murmured, feigning disappointment. His devilish grin never faded. "It would have been such an entertaining spectacle."
"You're one sick man, Costello," River growled, his hands balled into fists at his sides. "Do you think relationships are games?"
Ignoring River's comment, Antonio sauntered over to Valerie's hospital bed and looked down at Landon, who was sleeping peacefully in her arms. "He is an adorable fella," he said in a strangely sincere tone. He reached out his arms as if to hold Landon. "May I..."
"Stay away from my son!" Valerie exclaimed, instinctively hugging Landon closer to her chest.
Antonio chuckled at her defensive reaction and slowly backed away. "Don't worry," he quipped. "I'm not here to steal your baby boy. But my offer still stands."
"And I am still not interested," Valerie snapped.
"Then I suppose I should take my leave now. Goodbye, my Bella."
With one last smirk, Antonio made his way to the room's door. But right before he stepped out, he turned around and said with a playful wink, "I will call you tomorrow when you are more...stable."
Valerie made an odd squeaking sound as if the air was sucked out of her lungs.
With a final wave of his hand, he walked out of the room, leaving behind a stunned silence. River was the first to regain his senses and rushed towards the door, intending to chase after Antonio.
"I'm going after him," River declared with a stern set on his face.
"No." Ellie stopped him again.
"But Elle..." River began.
"No buts, River!" Ellie shot back. "We need to focus on Valerie and Landon right now. You can deal with Antonio another time."
River gave Valerie an apologetic look before resigning himself next to Ellie.
"Yeah, you are right. This is not the time or place," he said.
Suddenly, the room felt full again, full of warmth and joy despite what had just unfolded, thanks to Antonio's outrageous antics.
Valerie sighed, a mixture of relief and exhaustion washing over her. "I can't believe Antonio signed the birth certificate. And then proposed! That man needs some serious psychiatric help."
Or maybe he just needed a wife, Ellie thought.
"We'll get it sorted out," Ellie assured her. "River will take care of it, won't you, honey?"
River nodded, though his eyes still flickered with residual anger. "Absolutely. First thing tomorrow, I'll speak with the hospital administration and make sure everything is corrected," he declared.
"He is such a strange man," Ellie said absentmindedly.
That man almost sounded genuine when he said he wanted to be Landon's father. But that couldn't be right. Why would a man like Antonio want to raise a stranger's son? Ellie thought to herself.
Valerie sighed again, leaning back against her pillows. "I just want everything to be normal. I want Landon to have a stable life, free from all this craziness."
"We'll make sure of it," Ellie said firmly, squeezing her hand. "We're here for you every step of the way."
The room fell into a comfortable silence, each of them lost in their thoughts. Landon stirred in Valerie's arms, letting out a tiny sigh before settling back into his peaceful sleep. The sight of the newborn brought a sense of calm and hope to the room, a reminder of the love and support surrounding them.
River cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "I will go and discharge you so we can go home."
Valerie looked up, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you, River. I just want to take Landon home and start our life together."
River smiled softly, brushing a hand through his hair. "We'll get you both home soon. Just sit tight."
As River stepped out to handle the discharge paperwork, Ellie sat down on the chair by the bed. "I'd have to admit, Valerie. When I arrived here, I didn't expect to see an Italian don cradling your son in his arms and declaring him as his adoptive son." Ellie giggled. "You have to admit, the situation is kind of funny and...adorable."
Valerie snorted. "Adorable? God...it's the most ridiculous thing I've experienced. What is wrong with that man anyway?"
"It's kind of sweet, though. Don't you think?" Ellie asked. "Him offering to be Landon's father I mean. Some men disappear because they don't want to be responsible for a child but he is trying to do the opposite. But I will say that the marriage proposal was insane." Ellie chuckled.
"Yes," Valerie said, suddenly going quiet.
"River did mention that the man is kind of...eccentric," Ellie continued, shaking her head with a chuckle.
"I guess so," Valerie said, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by anything anymore."
"At least we can look back and laugh about it someday," Ellie said, trying to lighten the mood. "One day, this will just be a crazy story we tell Landon."
"That a scar-faced Italian Don proposed to me right here at this hospital bed? He would never believe me." She laughed.
Ellie wrinkled her forehead. "How do you think he got that scar on his face? It looks pretty serious. Nearly covers half of his face."
Valerie shrugged. "He is in the Mafia, Ellie. He could've gotten it from an enemy. Maybe he was stabbed there. River has quite a bit of scars on his body, too, right?"
"Yes, but not like that," Ellie said.
"Julian also donned some scars. But I guess not like Antonio either," Valerie said thoughtfully.
Ellie frowned at the mention of Julian's name. Ever since Valerie moved in with them, she often wondered about him. Valerie told them about him but never in detail. She hardly ever mentioned his name unless someone asked. And if Antonio's men killed Julian, how come Valerie wasn't more hostile toward Antonio? Didn't Valerie love Julian? The father of her child? Ellie wondered.
She was curious but now was hardly the time to ask Valerie about that. Her thoughts were interrupted when River returned with a triumphant look on his face. "Alright, everything is set. You're officially discharged."
"Thank you, River," Valerie said, her relief palpable.
"Let's get you home," Ellie said.
They returned to the ballroom like nothing had happened though Suzi’s heart still hammered, and Max looked like he was ready to murder someone with a dessert fork.She clutched his arm, fingers curled against the fine fabric of his sleeve. But her spine? It was straighter now. Her chin lifted just a little. She could almost pretend she was a woman who belonged.Almost.The music had shifted again, something bright and glittering with strings, but Suzi wasn’t listening. Her eyes found her almost immediately.Veronica.Still standing near the edge of the crowd, glass in hand. And oh—was that a twitch at the corner of her mouth?Yes. Yes, it was.Veronica’s expression cracked, just slightly, when she saw Max with his arm curled protectively around Suzi. Suzi didn’t miss the way the other woman’s eyes narrowed. Or how her fingers tightened on the stem of her glass like she was deciding whether to drink it or launch it.Max leaned down, his breath warm against Suzi’s ear. “Don’t look now,”
“Dance with me,” he said.Suzi nearly choked on her water. “What?”He extended a hand, palm up. “Dance with me.”Suzi’s eyes widened. “But everyone’s watching.”Max smiled. “Exactly.”She hesitated. Her eyes darted toward the couples already gliding across the polished floor, toward the perfect women in perfect dresses who looked like they belonged in paintings, not real life.Then she looked back at Max. Waiting for her, patient as always.“Just one dance,” he coaxed. “We did it at our wedding, remember? You can do it again.”She stared at his hand.And then, heart pounding, knees not entirely on board, she placed hers in his.He led her to the floor with quiet confidence, weaving her through the crowd like he’d done it a thousand times before. The music shifted into a slow waltz, something lush and cinematic, and he folded her into his arms like they’d been choreographed since the beginning of time.Suzi barely breathed.Max leaned down, his cheek brushing hers. “Focus on me. You ar
One week later…Their bedroom looked like a war zone. Silk, tulle, stilettos, and satin were thrown everywhere like the aftermath of a fashion hurricane.Suzi stood in the middle of it all, half-dressed and halfway to tears.The gown was gorgeous—midnight blue, soft as smoke, with a daring slit and an open back that dipped low enough to be scandalous. It made her feel like someone else. Someone braver. Someone who belonged in rooms with chandeliers and champagne.But when she looked in the mirror, all she saw was her skin.The birthmark she’d spent her whole life hiding shimmered under the soft light, blooming up her side like an ink stain she couldn’t scrub out of existence.“I can’t wear this,” she whispered, voice catching. Her throat felt too tight to swallow.“Yes, you can,” Daphne said from the doorway. She leaned against the frame with a knowing smile, then stepped in, heels crunching faintly on scattered hangers. “And you will.”Suzi’s eyes stung. “I look—”“Like fire,” came a
She wanted to giggle, but the tension in her chest was too sharp. Max watched her with that direct, unfiltered hunger, but he didn’t rush her. His patience scared her as much as his strength. It made it all real.She flattened her hand against his chest again, splaying her fingers through the dark hair.He was so warm, the heat tangible under her palm. She let her hand roam, collecting the texture, moving slowly, reverently, feeling for scars and stories. There were more than she could count, most faded and pale, a few newer.Max swallowed, his throat moving slow. He didn’t say anything, so she kept going. Her hand slid lower, down the center of his chest, over his stomach, the hair there thinner, softer. His abs weren’t the sharp bricks she’d seen in underwear ads, but a dense, powerful quilt of muscle, like corded cable under skin. She could feel the tension gathering in her own stomach as she touched his.He was breathing heavier, but he didn’t move.Her fingers hovered at the wais
Suzi recognized that look all too well now.That look in his eyes, the one that made her breath catch and her knees forget how to hold her. It wasn’t just hunger. It was focus. Possession wrapped in restraint. As if she were something precious he planned to unwrap slowly… deliberately.Her fingers curled tighter against the windowsill behind her as Max braced a hand beside her head. He didn’t touch her, not yet, but his body was so close she could feel the heat radiating from him. His other hand came to rest at her waist.“What… what is it you want to do?” she asked, her voice trembling despite her effort to sound steady.His gaze dipped to her lips. “You know,” he said simply.Suzi’s lips parted in a soft inhale, but she didn’t move away.Max smiled at that. “You always do that,” he murmured.“Do what?”“Look at me like you’re not sure if you’re allowed to want this.”Her breath hitched. “I don’t…I mean…I do.”Max’s fingers slid from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her ge
Max watched the way Suzi’s fingers lingered on the windowsill, as if memorizing the shape of it, anchoring herself to something real. He could’ve stayed there, just like that for hours. Watching her explore. Pretending they lived in a world where he wasn’t always one phone call away from blood.But the buzz in his pocket shattered that dream.He didn’t check it right away. He just closed the distance between them again and pressed a kiss to her temple, holding there for a breath. She smelled like vanilla and something floral she probably didn’t even notice she wore. It softened everything inside him. She let out a soft sigh and leaned against his chest.Then the buzz came again, more persistent this time.He pulled back with a reluctant sigh.“I have to take this,” he said, quiet.Suzi nodded without looking at him. “It’s okay.”He touched her chin, made her meet his gaze. “Ten minutes. Stay here, alright?”“Okay,” she said again.He stepped out into the foyer and crossed to the far