The appreciation in her tone is good for my ego. I’m normally immune to flattery, but apparently not when it comes from my wife.
I cup her cheek and press our lips together. Her mouth opens immediately, and she slides her tongue against my own. There’s none of the hesitation, none of the resistance from the day of our wedding.
She really is mine.
The dream echoes in my mind. I want to forget it, to push it aside and focus on Cleo and the present moment, but it lingers like a bad taste in my mouth.
I pull away. “You off to work now?”
She tucks a strand behind her ear. “I’m going to go to Loretta’s after my doctor’s appointment.”
A doctor’s appointment? Concern flares inside of me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just need to get another birth control shot. Unless you want to start getting cracking on that heir,” she adds, a teasing smile on her face.
My stomach dips. She’s joking. I know it. But that doesn’t stop a tsunami of emotions from crashing into me.
Having a kid with her…
My heart rate picks up speed.
Producing an heir is expected of me, but it’s always seemed very far away. Fine in theory, but in practice… I blink and peer into Cleo’s eyes. Tesoro mio, pregnant. Just the thought of it makes protectiveness surge inside of me.
I don’t think I’ll make a good father. How can I be a good father if protecting my power, my position, has to always come first? And how can I stay emotionally detached from a woman who’ll one day become the mother of my child? Fuck. I mean, many men have done it. My father being the prime fucking example. But I sure as hell don’t want to be like him.
I take a step back, overwhelmed. I don’t know how to handle this conversation.
Cleo’s smile falls. “Rafe, I was kidding. I’m definitely in no rush to pop out baby Messeros. It was just a joke.”
“I know.” My voice is strained.
“Then why do you look like you’re about to have a heart attack?”
It takes everything—everything—to fix my expression into a neutral mask. “I’m fine.”
“Are you?”
“I said I’m fine.”
She frowns, her perceptive eyes seeing past the mask even though they shouldn’t. “Something’s wrong. Talk to me.”
“I have to get to a meeting. I should hop in the shower.” I give her my back. “Good idea on the birth control.”
I leave her and take the quickest shower in history. My skin feels like it’s crawling off my bones. I need to get the hell out of the house. Good thing I brought my clothes down here with me. I change into them and leave the house without bumping into Cleo again.
Nero’s waiting for me in a car outside. “You all right?” he asks once I get in. “You’ve got a weird look on your face.”
“It’s nothing. What’s the plan for today?”
A beat passes. He turns the car on and pulls out of my driveway. “The guys at Oyster Bar called me earlier. They finally got the money…”
I tune him out. My father was a real monster. The kind that’s unusual even in our world where cruelty is a necessity. He turned that cruelty inward, toward me, toward Mamma. He might have turned it onto my sisters too if Mamma didn’t have the foresight to send them to a school abroad. They didn’t want to go without Mamma. They begged to stay, begged me to convince our parents to keep them here, but I couldn’t do that. For their own good, I couldn’t.
The day they left, they told me they hated me and Papà. Will my kids hate me too?
“They asked to see you so that they can be sure we’re all—”
“Do you think it’s possible to be a good father and a good don?” I interrupt.
Nero glances at me, brows furrowing. “I don’t know. You’re the one who had a don for a father.”
“It sure as fuck wasn’t possible for him.” Nero doesn’t know the details of what happened back when I was a kid, but he knows I never loved my father.
“At least your old man made your family rise to the top,” Nero says. “Look at Garzolo. That idiot’s shit in both areas.”
“What about Gino Ferraro?”
Nero blows out a breath. “Who knows. It’s hard to tell with him, but his sons aren’t exactly poster boys for sanity, are they? Alessio seems to have more than a few screws loose. And I don’t think Romolo’s got anything but tits and ass floating in his head.”