Diavolo

Epilogue

PRESLEY

Pink ballerina shoes dangled off the car seat as I lowered my head to clip her seatbelt in. As usual, she was consumed with the bright pink iPad in front of her which was playing some sort of animal documentary video.

Those chubby fingers reached into her curly hair, shoving back pieces that were blocking her view of her video. She'd paused, glanced up at me with those big brown eyes and flushed cheeks before continuing her video.

I knew she wouldn't ask questions about where we were headed, she never did. She was typically quiet, never wanted much unless she was with her father.

I suspected she adopted some of Silvio's mannerism, the silence, lack of words but stubborn attitude.

I snuck a glance at her outfit, shaking my head because in typical Isabella Rossi fashion, it was nothing like I could have imagined. She was wearing a pale-yellow leotard with a baby pink tutu skirt and her favorite ballerina shoes.

It didn't match not one bit, but Isabella Rossi made the outfits she wore, never the other way around. Silvio claimed she was obsessed with the color pink because of me but I denied all the allegations.

Slipping into the car beside Isabella, I reached for the sleeping baby curled in Tommaso's arms and thanked him for the assist.

Sometime between the car ride, Matteo began to stir in his sleep, grumbling and letting out a loud high-pitched cry. I'd expected this because he never liked being woken up and anything that disturbed his afternoon naps was like a crime committed.

I picked him up from the car seat, placing him on my lap and attempting to placate him.

From the corner of my eye, I could note the silent side-eye Isabella was giving her brother. She hated disturbances of any sort including Matteo's crying.

Tommaso pulled up in front of the gorgeous glossy building with the words written in cursive font that read Rossi Enterprises.

He'd parked curbside, briefly slipping out of the car to assist me with Matteo. Like the happy baby he was, Matteo didn't mind being carried around. He loved people and being the center of attention.

I unclipped Isabella out of her car seat, tucking her iPad into my bag and helped her out of the car.

With Isabella's hand tucked in mine and Matteo hefted on my hip, I walked towards the front door of the building. We took the elevator all the way to the highest floor where I suspected Silvio would be.

I'd never visited his workplace till today and I never had a reason to until last night.

The click-clack of my black heels echoed in the hallway as we headed towards the receptionist.

Pausing briefly, I realized I hadn't even checked if my husband would be in the office today and this was completely an impulsive action. Fuck it.

"Hi there." I flashed a smile at the receptionist. "I'm here to see Silvio Rossi."

She'd paused her clicking on the keyboard, slanting a pointed look at me.

Her gaze flickered over at Matteo who was sporting a wide toothed smile, the front two teeth of his had just grown in recently matched with lots of sleepless nights.

As usual, Matteo had the ability to steal everyone's attention with just a single glance. With those big honey brown eyes and head full of curly black hair.