"Enzo's Girl" |18+| Book 2 - Mafia in love

Chapter | Forty-eight

"Sweetheart, eat some more. Really, you're not feeding yourself properly," I hear Becks' voice whispering to someone, and I snap my eyes open.

What the fuck, Eve is here!

"Mamma, really? I just had breakfast two hours ago. I'll eat at lunch with everybody, don't worry," Eve replies, her voice sounding like music notes to my ears.

I roll my eyes around the room just to see the ladies I've heard talking, thrilled that I'm still alive and get the chance to see them again.

"Have you had breakfast, brat? I hope you're not starving my baby," I speak in a thick voice and two heads snap towards me, with wide perfect beautiful green eyes and lips stretching in beaming smiles.

"Hello, ladies," I say with a smirk in a corner of my lips.

"Oh, my God..." Eve mumbles, and two tiny hands cup my face, face closing in, lips capturing mine.

These are the moments I can die for, over and over again.

"Can you sit up? You want me to help you?" Eve whispers when I try to push myself up in a sitting position using the pile of pillows under my head, while her lips are still brushing my forehead in feathered kisses.

I lift my hands and grab her head before she moves away to help me, pulling her towards me and burying my nose in her neck, sniffing the scent of her skin, of her hair.

"I missed you, girl. I am sorry I'm late," I whisper to her back while she lets the weight of her body on mine lightly... just perfect for me to feel her and not the pain of my wound.

She keeps peppering kisses on my temple, going down along to my jaws and resting her head on my shoulder.

"Will you help me to the bathroom?" I ask her, playing my fingers through her curly hair.

"Sure, but first someone is here to see you," she says and stands up, but I won't have it.

She doesn't get the chance to leave my side and I grab her hand, pulling her back on my chest, causing her to escape a sharp breath between the plump lips that I've missed so much, our faces becoming inches away while I squeeze one hand between us and cup her womb.

"How do you feel? And don't lie to me!" I ask her in a very serious tone.

A sweet smile spreads on her lips.

"We're fine, both of us. I've got dismissed yesterday and I swear I'm following all doctor's recommendations," she replies.

"Yesterday? How long was I out?"

Her smile fades, her beautiful green eyes glazing in some stubborn tears, staring back at me and betraying the fear she must have gone through while her lower lip is quivering.

"Three days," she whispers. "I was so scared, Enzo," she says, sobbing.

"Sh, come here. Stop with that, I can't see you crying," I say, wrapping her body with my arms and holding her on my chest. "It's all gone now."

She stays there as if she's a good child although we both know the brat she can be, allowing me to enjoy the bliss of having her on my chest and we remain like this, in the blessing silence around us which, of course, doesn't last long.

The door opens wide and my sweet Emillia shows in, running and jumping on the bed next to me, making me groan in pain and shoving a lollipop in my mouth.

For fuck's sake, I think I'm going to open a lollipop factory soon.

"Take Papi, it will make you feel better," she speaks cheerfully and then curls her tiny hands around my neck while Eve laughs loudly. (Daddy).

"Mia... sweetheart, take it easy. Papi is hurt," she says and pulls Emillia away from me, holding her in her arms. "Let's give time to daddy to freshen up while we prepare lunch. Will you help me?" Eve continues, standing up and putting Emillia on an armchair close to the bed.

"Can we have candies?" Emilia asks.

"For lunch? No, sweetie. Maybe after lunch," Eve replies bending over and planting a soft kiss on my forehead.

"You need help?" she whispers looking deep into my eyes.

"No, I'm fine, amore." (Love).

She smiles a million diamonds worth of a smile and turns around picking Emillia in her arms and walking away, sending me a flying kiss before she leaves the room.

I keep my stare glued to both of them while they walk out. My heart swells with happiness blasting in my chest, which becomes suddenly too small for this kind of happiness that you get only when you feel... complete.

Just a few months ago, I was an old man drifting through my life without a purpose, living day by day filled with work, clubs, gangs, and women that never got to have sunrise in my bed.

And now, this tiny young woman is giving me a reason to wish for tomorrow. Or rather the night, fuck it! My shaft is twitching since the moment I felt her scent in my nostrils.

The door opens while I prop my hand on the bed and pull myself to sit up, feeling pain around my shoulder and stomach on my left side like a tight ring squeezing me, but I'm not complaining.

It's not that hard and I can feel my arms, my legs (I told you about my shaft already so, no worries over there either).

My eyes shift to the door and land on a very cheerful Alex walking in, straight and healthy, and my eyes widen ready to pop out.

"Alex..." I say and try to stand up before he reaches next to me, pushing me back on the bed.

"Hey, Don Enzo. Don't be a headache," he says, laughing mockingly, reminding me that Dons never stands up.

"Cazzo, Alex. I thought you were..." I say once he gives me a manly hug. (Fuck).

"Well, I wasn't. I'm here now, and I'm damn happy to see you, too," he replies.

"Yeah. These fucking things never end, do they?" I speak.

"I guess not," he replies with a sigh.

"Mario...?"

"He's a fucking done deal. Him and that bitch," he clarifies, and a feeling of relief mixed with sorrow engulfs me.

"And Camilla?" I ask.

"As you know her. Back to the club, her usual self," he replies and pulls out two cigars from the inside pocket, handing me one.

"I'll bring you a Castro one when your kid is born," he smiles back at me.

I nod my head and grab the cigar from him, burning the flame of the lighter while I puff long till the smoke circles both of us.

"Vincenzo Adriano Benito, what are you doing?!" I hear Eve scolding me from the door frame while my eyebrows lift and my hand freezes with fingers squeezing the cigar I'm holding.

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