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hand. The skin was soft.
    “He’s handsome, big, too.” Nico commented.
    “Like his papa.” Bianca complimented.
    “I’d prefer you cease the flattery Bianca, we’re not traveling down that road again,” Nico replied. He had made a moral promise which he planned to honor, besides hadn’t Bianca said she didn’t want to cause trouble? What changed in the course of months?
    “It is true Nicolo. That is not flattery.”
    Nico changed the subject. “His first name is Alexandros, right?”
    “Si, Alexandros Luciano Luca.”
    “Luciano sounds like Lucy. You should have consulted with me Bianca. I am his father, capisce?”
    “I am aware of that Nicolo. Afterall I am his mother!”
    Nico stood upright, cocking a brow at her. “Do you have a damn problem because if you do it’s time we get something very clear. Next time you go anywhere with Alexandros , I want to know who he’s with. In fact, I want to know his entire itinerary until he becomes of age and tells me to go fuck myself!”
    Bianca met his outburst with sarcasm. “And how will your wife feel about that Nicolo?”
    Nico nearly choked on his saliva. “We’re not talking about my wife. This conversation is about Alexandros.”
    Bianca frowned. Nico was present when Ari warned her to stay away from her husband. Having a physical altercation with his lawyer wife wasn’t nearly as frightening as her influence. She sat among the mafia wives in their secret little meetings, plotting and sanctioning actions without counsel of spouses. The men were too busy with their power plays to entertain what they considered harmless activity. Murder and accidents are far from innocent. A scorned wife is a very dangerous adversary.
    “Do not act like the ass Nicolo. You are married and your wife will not stand by quietly as you impose upon your former mistress’ life, especially since I have promised to not cause trouble.”
    “There is a child between us Bianca. Ari is aware that I plan to be an active parent. My son will not grow up with lies.”
    Bianca tossed her hair over her shoulder, the action revealed her slender neck and his eyes faltered to her full bosom that were undoubtedly used for daily feedings.
    “Nicolo, stop this. I am engaged. I do not want my daughters to learn about us. They will not understand.”
    “Cosa?”
    “Si, Nicolo. I am due to marry Signore Magaleni tomorrow.”
    “Magaleni, the one with more ex-wives and children than in the town of Firenze?”
    Bianca crossed her arms. “He is divorced only twice with six children. There is nothing scandalous about divorce.”
    Nico didn’t like this rush of a wedding. Alexandros was less than three weeks old. When and how did she have time for courtship when she’d been in Eritrea during the majority of the pregnancy? Frankly, he smelled manipulation afoot.
    “When did this love affair that requires marriage occur?”
    “I’ve known Signore Magaleni for years. He and I get along well. He makes me laugh and he will be a good husband.”
    “Did you screw him?”
    “That is none of your business Nicolo.”
    “I like Nico better. You can play these games of pretense Bianca, just not with me. Your daughters will recover from the news. Afterall, we are unrelated by blood so stop the nonsense with this unwarranted shame. I fucked you, you fucked back, and a crazy woman fucked us both from the start. Now, why are you really marrying the Divorce King?”
    “He has been very kind since I’ve returned to Italy. He visited me at my father’s with several lovely bouquets of flowers. We have spent time becoming reacquainted.”
    “And then he says, ‘Bianca my beloved, por favore, may I have your hand in marriage?’ Is that how this fake story goes?” Nico teased with a sinister grin.
    Bianca blushed. Nico was far more handsome than Magaleni. She hated the screams of yearning for his touch upon her naked skin, which would not be the case with her future husband. “Do not make