Epilogue - Neela

One Year Later

I can’t believe our honeymoon is finally here. We had to keep pushing it back because I was still breastfeeding and felt too guilty leaving little Brenden behind, even if it was only for a short trip and he’d be in good hands. So we waited and waited until Enzo finally decided to just pay a traveling nanny to follow us on our honeymoon. I’ve come to realize over the past year exactly how rich Enzo is. For some reason, knowing he owned an entire club and some other real estate never quite gave me a grasp on how well-off he was.

After the trial ended and we moved in together, I really understood. His penthouse downtown is like a palace. It’s actually three stories at the top of the building that makes up a multi-level downtown mansion, complete with an infinity pool on the deck, several patios, and the most breathtaking views imaginable. Despite all that, my favorite moments have been in some of the more modest places we’ve stayed in outside the city whenever we wanted to get some quiet time with Brendan. We’ve stayed in a cabin in the mountains, a cozy country house, and even a average-sized suburban house in a neighborhood full of young parents with kids. The last might have been my favorite, because of the secret thrill I held inside when we’d stand out in the front yard and chat with neighbors. The thrill that their husband with the great job they couldn’t stop bragging about wouldn’t ever be able to give them a story like the one Enzo had given me. I felt like some exotic, exciting, and sexy thing because of him, like I’d lived a double life that gave me a new perspective on everything else.

I’m not just a mom with a nine-month-old, I’m the wife of an ex-mafioso who had done more to keep me safe and by his side than the husband of any woman I’d ever meet. It is my own, private boast. I keep it deep inside because I knew it would be silly and obnoxious to brag about, but there’s nothing wrong with being proud as hell of your husband on the inside.

I look out the window of our room at the ski lodge. I told Enzo I’d never been skiing, and he got so excited about the idea of taking me for my first ski trip on our honeymoon that I couldn’t resist agreeing. He’s probably the most unselfish man I’ve ever met. Even after being together over a year,

One of his favorite things is watching me experience something new, or surprising me with something he knows will make me happy. Well, and I think it’s fair to say getting my clothes off definitely ranks among his favorite. I never thought of myself as someone with a very high sex drive, but the problem was apparently that I hadn’t met the right man. Enzo has a way of always finding an excuse to put his hands on me, like a prized possession he can’t resist stealing a touch from every chance he gets. Among many of the other things he does, it has done wonders for my self-confidence and made me feel like I’m sexy instead of a boring, too-tired woman who works too much.

“You know,” Enzo says coming up from behind me, wrapping his long arms around me, and breathing in the scent of my hair. “You get sexier every day.”

“Older, you mean?” I ask with a grin.

“No,” he growls, turning me around so he can kiss me. “It’s like watching you come out of your shell every day. You get more confident. More you.”

“Hmm.” I tap my chin, grinning. “I wonder what could’ve possibly changed.”

Adorably, he looks like he’s trying to figure it out too.

I kiss him again. “It’s hard not to feel confident when I have the sexiest man I’ve ever seen for a husband. And you’re too good to me. And you’re an amazing father.”

“You’re giving me way too much credit,” he says. “I’m just trying to get into your pants, and all those things seem to work.”

I laugh, swatting at him but he catches my wrist, grinning in the way I’ve come to know means it’s not long before I’m going to end up in bed with him—or against the wall, for that matter.

“Enzo?” I ask, putting a pause to the momentum I know will carry us to the bed soon.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think it’s really all over? I know you said—”

“Hey,” he says, bending his neck to stare straight into my eyes. “My brothers are handling all the loose ends now. The only business I touch is legit, you know that, sweetheart. We’re safe now. You’re safe. You always were, because I would’ve died before I let anything happen to you.”

“Or you would’ve kidnapped me.”

He smirks. “Or that.”

“Do you think we’ll ever tell Brendan? About all this, or about who you were?”

"Someday," says Enzo. "My father kept me at arm's length my whole life. I did so much stupid shit trying to get him to trust me. Eventually, a relationship like that just snaps from all the strain. He's dead to me now. Keeping everything a secret from Brendan would take us down that same path, and I won't do that to him. I'm going to be the man my father should've been for him. I promise you that."

I smile. “I know you will. You’re a good man.”

“Say that again,” he says with a half-smile.

“You’re good,” I say, kissing his chin. “Better than any of us deserve.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. You deserve the world. And, I think you deserve to have your first orgasm in a ski lodge.” He scoops me up under the arms, letting me wrap my legs around his hips as I laugh. “It’s still early. I bet I could fuck you on top of the mountain before anyone caught us.”

I raise an eyebrow. “That would be unique. And cold.”

“We’d wear jackets. I’m not insane.”

“Oh, of course. Because having sex on top of a mountain in the snow isn’t insane so long as you’re wearing jackets.”

“Now you’re getting it.”

“Should we tell Barbara where we’ll be? I think she was planning on bringing Brendan by in half an hour or so.”

Enzo grabs our jackets from the coat rack by the door and carries me out to the hallway, still refusing to put me down. He bangs his hand on Barbara’s door twice. “Hey,” he says. “We’re going to go have sex on top of the mountain. If you need us, just make a lot of noise before you sneak up on us.”

“O-okay?” comes Barbara’s voice from inside the room.

I cover my face with my hands, blushing but unable to stop smiling. I let Enzo carry me outside, not caring about the looks we get from people who are in the lodge’s main hall grabbing the complimentary hot breakfast and drinking their coffee before a day out on the mountain skiing or snowboarding. I don’t even mind the way the cold bites through our jackets, because I have Enzo to hold on to. I bite my lip when we’re near the top, because I think it’s finally a good time to ask him something I’ve been thinking about for months now.

“Hey, Enzo?” I say.

“Yeah?” he asks.

“What do you think about trying for another baby?”

He stops in his tracks, snow crunching under his feet. I take a mental snapshot of him there. He’s wearing a woolen cap tight over his head with a thick ski jacket. His tanned skin looks so dark against the snow and so inviting, so warm. His eyes are like green pools flecked with bits of gold, and I’ve lost track of how many hours I’ve spent getting lost in them by now.

Even the day is perfect. There’s a fresh coating of snow on the mountain that catches the rising sun until it sparkles like something out of a fairy tale. There are trees on either side of us as we make our way toward the ski lift, and mountains in every direction I look.

I take it all in. The smell is cold, woodsy, and clean. The mountain is beautiful. My husband is gorgeous. And the smile that slowly spreads across his face as he nods eagerly is just the icing on the cake.