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WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GOREVALENTINA POVTwo weeks have gone by, and I am really enjoying life with my new little one. Giving birth was very painful, but it's definitely the best thing I’ve ever done in my life. I didn’t expect to get pregnant this soon, but I wouldn't change a thing about it. My body is still sore and healing. I've been resting and not doing much besides taking care of Vicenzo. I wanted to do everything for him. I wanted to feed him, change him, and bathe him. I didn't want to hand him off to nannies or nurses like I experienced. He belongs to me, and I will care for him because he is so fragile, so tiny, and he needs me. I will always be there for him. So, I was sitting on the couch in our cozy living room, nursing my son. He had a big appetite, and I had to make sure I was eating enough to keep up with him. I looked down at his lovely hair. I have run my fingers

THIS IS PART OF THE BONUS CHAPTERS BEFORE THE EPILOGUE WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORELUCA POVMy feet were resting on Valentina's desk, which was neat and tidy at the moment, but that wouldn't last long. I had been busy in the morning going through papers and giving instructions. I brought my cigarette to my mouth, breathing in the sharp smoke as it floated away into the air, slowly vanishing. "Dad, Mommy's sleeping," Vicenzo called before poking his head into the room. He had the same habit as Valentina of not knocking. I quickly lowered my feet and tapped my cigarette out into the ashtray, waving away the smoke. Vicenzo came in, still wearing his Spider-Man pajamas. At six, he could be a bit annoying sometimes. I noticed him rubbing his eyes as he approached me. He definitely inherited my tendency to wake up early. "Why don't you head back to bed? It's still early," I suggested, e

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA POV “Hurry up, please! ” I snapped at the maids who were rushing to get the dining room ready. We were using only the finest silverware and crystal glasses. The table was going to be covered with a white tablecloth and red placemats. I paced around the room in a black dress that fit tightly, showing some cleavage and leg. Shit, do we have enough wine? Why are we always so unprepared? Luca and I were throwing a dinner party, and I knew it was going to be incredible. We invited everyone, mostly family. They would arrive soon, and I wanted everything to be perfect. As per usual, Luca was staying away from the dining area, probably because he knew I would be in a bad mood. I get why he does it, but I’m not always grumpy. I picked up a glass, turned it around, and put it down when I saw it was free of fingerprints. Out of n