Emilia's POV.How does one get over the fact that they almost died? I was shaken up last night. In all of my life I have never come so close to dying like did yesterday and considering my father's occupation that is like a...win. I have smiled throughout this morning and tried to act as normal as possible. I didn't want my fear to show, I couldn't have Riccardo worrying about me and not being able to get anything done out of worry. I have never been so scared my entire life and I soon realized that the fear of losing Riccardo and Aria... nearly drove me crazy, scratch that, it is driving me crazy. My world almost ended yesterday, all it would have taken is that one bullet, and I...I would have lost them. I can't explain it but it also felt like those bullets were meant for me, like it was directed at me and no one else. Now I don't know whether to feel relieved or worried about that fact. At least, Aria and Riccardo were not the targets but then again I was the target and I could ha

Riccardo's POV. I almost panicked when we got to Emilia's salon and I saw the closed sign but I was able to calm myself down a bit when I saw that the guys I had positioned outside her salon were still there. I walked into the salon and was immediately welcomed by Aria's puppy. It kept barking and wagging his tail and I ended up giving the poor puppy the attention it clearly wanted. I picked it up and ruffled its fur. "Hey." Emilia's voice pulled my attention away from the puppy and to her. My heart did something funny and strange when I laid my eyes on her. I don't know why my chest was feeling strange but she looked so goddamn beautiful that it made my heart hurt. Her hair was still tied in that messy ponytail that she tied it in this morning because I was too busy devouring her and we ended up taking up most of the time she was supposed to use to get ready. She looked breathtaking and I needed to kiss her. Acting on that need, I walked closer to her and pulled her in for a kiss

Riccardo's POV. It has been four days since my wife dropped the 'L' word in her sleep. I chose to ignore it because when she woke up she didn’t so much as remember that she had said the word and I was starting to doubt if she meant it or if she was just sleep talking and saying random things. I have tried to pretend that it never happened, that she never dropped the word but I can’t seem to forget it. I get flashbacks at the most random times but mostly when I look at her and when I have my dick buried in her. It has also been four days since we heard from Antonio. I don’t know if I said that correctly but like…we haven’t heard a peep since that day, no feedback or anything. It has been so damn quiet…too quiet even and it just feels like the calm before the storm but I was getting very much prepared for that storm. “Penny for your thoughts?” Emilia said when she finally finally graced us with her presence at the dining table. I wasn’t complaining though. She looked good as always b

Emilia's POV. Aria woke up shortly after Riccardo had fed me breakfast himself. Oh yes, he sat down right beside me and patiently fed me breakfast. I tried to tell him that I was perfectly capable of feeding myself but the stubborn man wasn't having it. Aria was super excited to see that I was feeling much better and I let her believe that it was because she stayed with me and put me to sleep. She headed to her Nonno's place as soon as she confirmed that I was fine. Riccardo left for his office the moment Riley showed up and I was grateful for that. Riley and I headed up to my room and I locked the door behind me. "So...I got them. Do you want to do the test now or wait it out a bit?" I stalled. "I heard it is best to take a pregnancy test in the morning." She smirked. "I knew you would say that. That's why I got five different ones. You can take one now and take another in the morning." I rolled my eyes. "Fine. Whatever." I grabbed the tests from her and took two of them alon

Riccardo's POV. "Why are you sitting over there and not right beside me?" I asked Emilia. We were on our way to our date and she was seated so far away looking delicious in that little red dress of hers. "I know what you will get up to if I get too close, Ric, and I don't want you to mess up my makeup." She said. "What if I promise not to touch your face? I won't even kiss you." I said. "Riccardo..." "Okay okay. I just want to hold your hands. That's all." She remained silent for a while. I knew I had her already. "Fine." She mumbled before moving closer to me. I grabbed her hand and locked our fingers together before I placed our interlocked hands on her bare thighs. "Have I told you that you look absolutely stunning?" I asked her. She shook her head. "I don't think so." "Well you, my dearest wife, you look stunning in that little dress and I can't wait to peel it off you and have my way with you," I said. She giggled. "You are silly." She was smiling up at me with this