Out Of Bondage - Jamila Jasper - ebook
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Book #3 in Jamila Jasper's best-selling interracial mafia romance series.A dead man rises with the intent to destroy Eve and Nico's wedding.They have one last battle to fight before they can leave the mafia forever.While their love deepens, a threat to their lives looms on the horizon.The strength of their marriage will determine their way Out Of Bondage. This extra-steamy romance is so HOT!Book #1: Mad Mafia LoveBook #2: The Family SecretBook #3: You are here!

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“Out Of Bondage” is Book #3 in the Becoming A Riccardi Series. If you have not read Book #1 entitled “Mad Mafia Love”, or Book #2 entitled “The Family Secret”, you will want to read these books before continuing with this book.

 

 

Mad Mafia Love Synopsis

Book #1 Synopsis [Spoilers]

 

Eve, an African American candy store owner meets a teenaged boy escaping from a dangerous man. Closing time approaches, and a man named Nico, who she presumes to be the dangerous man enters her store, searching for a boy exactly like the one who’d entered her store earlier. Despite his intimidating energy, Eve feels drawn to this tall Italian man with dazzling blue eyes. Failing to find the teenaged boy, he leaves her to close up shop.

 

On her way home after closing, Eve gets kidnapped by a fat Italian man named Giuseppe. This man is also looking for the boy -- the only difference is he’s far more terrifying than Nico, the man she met earlier. Giuseppe warns her against trusting Nico.

 

When Nico shows up in Eve’s life again, she can’t resist him. She finds that he is no threat and the attraction between them is difficult not to act upon. As she falls deeper in love with Nico, she must avoid upsetting his mafia father who believes he has her loyalty.

 

When their relationship is discovered, Giuseppe tells Eve some shocking news about Nico -- claiming that he killed his twin brother back in Italy. Again, Eve isn’t sure who to trust.

 

Nico comes to her with the truth about everything and with more evidence that he’s exactly who he says he is. Giuseppe grows angry and both of their disloyalty and seeks to punish them. In a blow out fight, Eve and Nico manage to escape. However, the city of Boston is no longer safe for them and they must return to Italy.

 

Before returning to Italy, Nico proposes to Eve and Eve reveals that she’s pregnant with his child -- a boy who they plan to name Matteo.

The Family Secret Synopsis

Book #2 Synopsis [SPOILERS]

 

In Book #2, Nico and Eve are planning their wedding after the birth of their son Matteo. In the middle of the night, something terrible occurs. Matteo is kidnapped. Eve and Nico have no clue who could have done this and what they should do next. The only clues left behind lead Nico to believe that his mother’s family is responsible for kidnapping his son. They’re one of the most powerful mafia families in Italy, not people that Nico can go up against on his own.

 

A mysterious stranger reaches out to them, claiming he has information about the kidnappers. He’s been studying the Savellis for years and he wants to help Nico. Nico and Eve agree to meet this stranger and discover that his name is Edoardo Al-Sayed. He is Nico’s half-brother -- a half brother he wasn’t supposed to know about.

 

With Edoardo’s help, they take down the Savelli family and rescue their son Matteo from their clutches. In the end, they meet Edoardo’s wife, a Sudanese model Martina, who becomes fast friends with Eve.

Prologue I

Martina and Edoardo sat in the kitchen of their temporary studio after the Savelli conviction had been doled out. Martina hung up the phone, checking in on Eve and Nico one last time before returning her attention to Edoardo. The trial had ravaged him. He’d barely slept and he’d grown even more paranoid. Since the conviction they’d moved over three times. Martina loved traveling and she was easy going enough to put up with it, but she longed to settle down. She longed to have a long brunch at a bistro or to spend time in public without worrying.

 

“Edoardo,” Martina called to him.

 

“Mm?” He grumbled, barely looking up from his computer.

 

He was always on the computer these days, scanning the airwaves for something — Martina wasn’t sure what. She knew her husband and she knew that despite the trial being over, he was still worried about something.

 

“Look up from that machine for one moment, will you?”​

Edoardo looked up from his computer and observed the look of frustration on his beautiful wife’s face. He knew that none of this was fair to her. But he also knew that the alternative would be far worse than what she was going through now. No matter what, it was still his duty to protect her. And while things were easier with the Savellis behind bars, they weren’t in the clear yet.

 

 

“What is it Martina?”

 

Martina folded her arms and pursed her lips. Her dark purple lipstick highlighted the beautiful shape of her full lips.

 

“You are obsessed. We need to start living, Edoardo. We can’t continue to exist like this.”​

“I know.”​

“Well, act like it. I’m patiently waiting for things to return to normal, Edoardo, but we can’t live like this. Getting the Savellis behind bars was supposed to make this easy."

 

Edoardo sighed. He knew Martina was right about that at least. Things were supposed to get easier. Except for the fact that somehow, a demon had found him. Not a real demon, but the man who had requested Edoardo’s presence was as good as a demon, as good as risen from the dead.

 

Edoardo feared not only for his life and Martina’s, but for his half-brother across the globe. Since Nico was returning to Italy soon, Edoardo wanted all of this sorted out. He’d been keeping all of this a secret from Martina, and that felt wrong. Martina was supposed to be his other half. He thought things through all the way, sometimes thinking too much. Martina on the other hand used her intuition. Instead of mulling over things, his wife went with her gut.

 

“I’ll tell you what’s going on, then. But you won’t like it.”

 

Martina sat down and rested her hand on her husband’s lap. Edoardo was a beautiful man, with gorgeous tanned skin and warm eyes, but he was troubled. Martina had known him to be troubled from the moment she met him, and as she uncovered more and more about Edoardo’s difficult past and dodgy family history, she began to see more depth and strength in her husband.

 

“Tell me everything.”

 

“I’m supposed to meet someone tonight… and I’m worried. Very worried.”​

“Someone dangerous?”​

Edoardo bit down on his lower lip and nodded.

​“Yes, someone dangerous.”

 

Martina knew that she should be more worried about her husband facing danger. But she also knew Edoardo well enough to know that he could handle himself in situations that would make most men tremble.

 

“Someone who scares you?” She asked.

 

Edoardo nodded.

 

“I’ve met dangerous men before, but they’ve been dangerous and predictable. The man who I’m going to meet is neither of those things.”​

“But you must meet him?”

 

Edoardo nodded.

 

“Yes. I must. And I must go alone.”​

Martina wrinkled her nose. Her anthracite colored eyes emanated concern. Edoardo could tell that she was already filled to the brim with questions, but holding back as much as possible. Edoardo marveled at her ability to tell how much he was willing to share and how much he could handle.

 

“What do you need from me?”​

“Prayers.”

 

“Tell me where you’re going and what time.”​

Edoardo told her and then made her promise not to follow him. Martina promised. But she had no intention of allowing Edoardo to die if he was meeting with some strange, unstable, and dangerous man. This didn’t sound like him. It didn’t sound like Edoardo to put himself in danger. She remembered what had happened before Nico had left; Edoardo had warned him against returning to Italy but he’d never been specific about why.

 

Martina suspected that this clandestine meeting was directly connected to Edoardo’s warning to his half brother. Something was amiss here. Martina waited until evening time, patiently watching as her husband prepared for his meeting. She mostly ignored him and feigned as much disinterest in his evening activities as she could muster.

 

When night fell, Edoardo’s agitation raised. He barely ate his carefully prepared dish of dried okra, rice, and stewed chicken. Martina had slaved over dinner, hoping that some good food would calm Edoardo’s nerves. It did nothing to assuage him; he either paced or stared out the window with a furrowed brow as if he were expecting someone to show up at any minute.

 

Martina retired to bed until she heard Edoardo leave the house.

 

Edoardo had a sense that Martina would follow him although he prayed that she wouldn’t. He’d been trying to quit smoking recently, but as he walked the path to the abandoned building where he was meeting this man, he couldn’t help but crave a cigarette. His fingers were trembling with anxiety. Edoardo instinctively reached into his pocket for a box of cigarettes. He pulled one out and lit up. After the first drag, he immediately felt a sense of relief.

 

This addiction will kill me one day if one of these gangsters doesn’t. Edoardo thought to himself.

 

He continued to smoke and walk, finishing the cigarette in record time. He hoped that Martina would have the good sense to stay away. He was sure he could handle this on his own and if he couldn’t, then he would have to pay the price. As long as Martina stayed out of this, she would be safe. She didn’t know what type of man she was dealing with. Edoardo knew. He knew this man had defied all odds. He knew this man was supposed to be cold in the ground, but he was living, breathing, rage personified. And he wanted vengeance.

 

Edoardo knew it might be foolish to test a man like this, but he needed to put this man off the trail. That, at least, he felt was his duty. He owed Nico this much, especially after how Nico had endangered himself and his soon-to-be wife for him.

 

Edoardo arrived at the location early. He never allowed anyone to get one up on him. He had a friend watching the place remotely. If anything went wrong, he’d have plenty of time to get out of there. Still, that didn’t stop the gnawing at his chest or his stomach’s non-stop spinning.

 

Another cigarette called to him and Edoardo answered, sucking back another cancer stick and then crushing the butt beneath the toes of his boots. He heard footsteps and knew that it was him. He entered the room and his visage hit Edoardo hard. The familiarity of his features was chilling. There was a scar where he’d been cut that sat like a thick worm across the man’s neck. Around his neck, he wore a silver crucifix.

 

He didn’t smile as he entered the room. His eyes were a chilling, icy blue, as if he had killed before and he would kill again… and again… and again…

“Edoardo. It is good to meet again.”

 

Edoardo didn’t reply. He kept a rigid expression and kept his body language just as stiff, not wanting to betray a lick of his true intentions here.

 

“Ask me your questions and I will answer you. Then I want you to leave me be.”​

The man chuckled. His laugh wasn’t accompanied by a matching facial expression; the incongruence sent a shiver down Edoardo’s spine.

 

“May I have a smoke?” The man asked.

 

Edoardo nodded and reached into his pocket for a cigarette. The man took it and Edoardo lit the cigarette for him. He took in a thick drag that accentuated how hollow his cheekbones were. His gaunt appearance led Edoardo to believe that he’d been suffering in a state of mania, waiting for his opportunity to dig up information on the man he wanted to destroy.

 

“Where is he?”

 

Edoardo shifted uncomfortably.

 

“He’s in America.”

 

“When is he returning to Italy?”​

Edoardo shrugged, “I think never.”

 

It was a lie. He didn’t know if the man could tell he was lying. If he could, he was sure he’d just signed his death sentence.

 

“You give these answers too easily. Are you lying to me, Signor Savelli…?”​

“I don’t go by Savelli.”

 

“Now isn’t the time for a change of subject, is it?”​

Edoardo sighed, “I am not lying. I have no idea what his plans are.”​

“Then why don’t I believe you?”

 

“I told you where he is, didn’t I? He’s in America. Likely not Boston.”

 

The man chuckled, “Well thanks for narrowing it down.”

 

He moved close to Edoardo and bent his lips to Edoardo’s ears. The hairs on his neck stood involuntarily at attention.

 

“Tell me where he is or I swear to God…”

 

Edoardo pulled away.

 

“I’ve told you all I know. He’s too smart to stay one place for long.”

 

“Last known location then?”

 

The man reached for his pocket and pulled out a gun, thrusting it into Edoardo’s stomach. Edoardo inhaled sharply. He had no idea what to say. Betrayal wasn’t a part of his operation. Edoardo knew he needed to stall. A droplet of sweat rolled down his back.

A gun cocked.

 

“Watch yourself, motherfucker.”​

Martina walked into the room with the gun aimed directly at the man’s head. He whipped around in surprise and Edoardo knocked the gun out of his hand and pulled out his own. He breathed a sigh of relief as Martina strode into the room wearing six inch heels and an all black outfit. Her gun was aimed at the man’s head and Edoardo knew that she would shoot if he made one wrong move.

 

The man raised his hands above his head.

 

“You disobeyed my command to come alone,” He said with a smile, more amused than anything that Martina was holding a gun to his head.

 

“One move and I’ll shoot.”​

The man turned towards Martina and her finger squeezed gently on the trigger, not quite pulling it. He laughed out loud as he saw her edging closer and closer to shooting him.

 

“You won’t kill me. And when I do get out of here, I’ll come back and find you,” He replied.

 

“And do what?”​

“I’ll make you into my dirty little slave…”

 

Martina couldn’t take it any longer. She took her elbow and slammed it into the man’s face, knocking him unconscious. He fell to the ground, clearly not expecting Martina to slam her elbow into his face.

“Martina…” Edoardo said.

 

She used her foot to kick the man and test if he was awake. He wasn’t.

 

“I’m sorry,” She said to her husband, putting her gun away.

 

“I had a handle on things.”​

“He had a gun to your stomach. I couldn’t let anything happen to you.”

 

Edoardo sighed, “I knew you were too stubborn to let me go alone.”

 

“I couldn’t let you walk into this alone. And I didn’t realize who you were meeting.”

 

Martina looked down at the man who was unconscious and she craved nothing more than to kick him in the face again, beating him while he was down. It was uncanny, how he looked so much like a ghost, lying there on the ground.

 

“I know. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t think you would approve.”

 

“I don’t approve.”​

Martina didn’t want to chastise her husband too greatly. She could understand why he’d kept this a secret, but by keeping it a secret, he’d opened them both up to more danger than he’d realized.

 

“Do we leave him here?” Martina asked.

 

Edoardo shook his head, “We can’t.”

 

“And what about afterwards. Do we warn Nico?”​

Edoardo pursed his lips and thought again.

 

“I want another cigarette.”

 

“No more smoking for you tonight. We need to figure out if we should tell your brother.”​

Edoardo shook his head. He couldn’t see how telling Nico would help. He knew what his half-brother had just gone through with losing his son and he knew that Eve had her limit of what she was willing to accept when it came to mafia activities. Involving Nico in this was out of the question as far as Edoardo was concerned. He understood Martina’s compulsion to be open, but if that sent Nico off on a journey of vigilante justice, he could hurt not just himself but the people in his life.

 

“You know Nico. If we tell him…”

 

“…He’ll come to Italy and try to finish him off.”

 

“Right.”

 

“Let’s move his body, and then we’ll get out of town tonight.”​

“He could wake up at any time.”​

“So we’d better get going,” Edoardo sighed.

 

“But will Nico be safe? If we don’t tell him?”

 

Edoardo nodded, “I’ll protect him.”​

“How?”

 

“His wedding. It’s in Milan. 3 months. We got the invitation last week.”

 

Edoardo reached into his pocket and pulled out the invitation, which he’d folded up. Martina looked the invite up and down. Against Edoardo’s warnings and surely against Eve’s pleas, they were going to be married in Italy. Martina felt a lump in her stomach as she looked down at the man she’d knocked unconscious. If it wouldn’t have been utterly careless, she could have killed him right then and there. But she’d done enough.

 

Martina prodded him with her foot again.

 

“We’d better get him out of here.”​

Edoardo nodded in agreement. He grabbed the man’s arms and Martina grabbed him by his legs. They dragged him out of the building and down the empty street into the alley. Edoardo propped his head up against a giant trash can and Martina stood over his unconscious body.

 

“I can’t believe we’re going to let him live.”​

“We can’t kill him. We just have to hope he loses interest in chasing down my half-brother.”​

Martina gave Edoardo a skeptical look.

 

“Let’s go. We don’t have much time before we need to get out of here.”

 

“Back to Egypt?” Martina asked.

Edoardo nodded. Going back to Egypt would give them plenty of time to strategize and figure out how they could avoid Nico’s wedding day ending in disaster. The unconscious man leaning against the trash can looked innocent in his sleeping state. The irony was that he was one of the most dangerous men that Edoardo knew.

 

“Let’s go,” Martina ushered him.

 

They walked out of the alleyway together and disappeared into the night.

Prologue II

Eve spun around twice in her dress. She’d spent all morning at Vera Wang and they still hadn’t decided on what dress she wanted to wear. Daniella sucked back the rest of her iced coffee loudly and the slim attendant working with Eve cast her a snooty glance. Eve sighed.

 

“I don’t know if this is the one.”​

“Let’s try the mermaid one again,” Daniella asked the attendant.

 

The attendant walked off to get the dress again.

 

“I’m sorry this is so hard,” Eve sighed.

 

Daniella shrugged, “It’s fun. Plus, it’s your special day. You’re supposed to have the perfect dress.” ​

The attendant returned into the room and brought back the mermaid dress that Eve had first considered. Eve took the dress and stepped into the changing room. She slipped off her dress and stepped into the other one. It felt good to have Daniella here. Daniella had graduated from high school and she was now engaged to Domenico, Nico’s nephew. They’d both come to New York to prepare for the wedding and iron out the details before they all flew to Italy together. Eve had started off as Daniella’s mentor, an older woman in the community who the young high school girl had looked up to. In the years since Eve had left Boston, Daniella had grown up.

 

She was soon to be married and she worked alongside her husband in their family business. For all the friends that were Eve’s own age, she was the one whom Eve felt could understand her the most. Daniella knew more about being with a Riccardi and what that was like. Life since Matteo was born sounded like a series of fantastical lies strung together. Eve hesitated to share that with anyone except Daniella, who already knew most of it.

 

Eve walked out of the room and had the attendant and Daniella zip up the dress again. She spun around in front of the mirror twice, but the dress hadn’t gained additional luster.

 

“Maybe I should try something more traditional?”​

The attendant nodded and then left the room again. Daniella eyed Eve in the latest dress she’d tried on.

 

“I sort of like this one.”

 

“I hate the way it bunches,” Eve added.

 

“Doesn’t it feel strange?” Daniella asked.

 

“What?”

 

“Planning your wedding.”​

Eve smiled. What felt even stranger than that was seeing the young high school girl she’d mentored acting so grown up. Since she’d left high school, Daniella had her own job and she was working on saving up money to go to college. She was close to being married and her relationship with Domenico seemed strong for people who were so young. The half-Italian, half-Black little girl that Eve had known was now a fully grown adult.

 

“Yes. It feels weird actually marrying Nico.”

​“And marrying him in Italy… It’s so romantic.”

 

“Well you’ll be getting married soon too… And your high school sweetheart at that.”

 

Daniella blushed and looked down.

 

“Well I don’t think we’ll be getting married in Italy. Maybe Boston.”

 

“How has Boston been?”​

“Good. Giuseppe left town recently to head back to Italy.”​

A lump formed in Eve’s throat as she thought about Giuseppe. The man who had threatened their life had never met his grandson Matteo. In fact, since they’d fled the country the first time, they hadn’t encountered Nico’s father. He was still furious for Nico’s betrayal. Domenico had won his forgiveness and he’d been permitted to stay in Boston. But Nico was persona non grata in the Boston area and Giuseppe’s opinion wasn’t likely to change. Eve didn’t dare ask Daniella what great price her fiancé had to pay in order to keep Giuseppe off his back.

 

Eve supposed that after three years, perhaps Giuseppe could be forgiving. Still, she doubted that he’d really changed.

Hearing about Giuseppe still sent chills down her spine. She still worried about him exacting revenge for his son’s betrayal and she still worried about him finding her son Matteo and hurting him. For a three-year-old, Matteo had already experienced far too much.

 

“And my family in Boston?” Eve added.

 

The attendant came back with a rack that held three more dresses.

 

Daniella replied, “They’re doing great. They er… spend a lot of time with my mother.”

 

Eve wasn’t surprised.

 

“They’re invited to the wedding you know. My mother can’t see why I don’t have the wedding in Boston.”

 

Daniella scoffed, “Boston? Over Italy? She’s crazy.”

 

Eve picked out a dress on the rack and gestured to Daniella, “If you unzip me, I’ll try this one on and maybe we’ll get this over with. Daniella walked over to her and trailed the zipper down Eve’s back.

 

Eve walked into the dressing room and stepped out of the dress. She looked at her body again with it’s small lightning strike stretch-marks from the birth of her first son. She eyed the shape of her bosom and the curviness of her hips. She’d lost 10 lbs to fit into her wedding dress and she enjoyed the shape of a healthier and more athletic body before her. Eve began to slip into the last dress and as both her legs entered the soft silken fabric, she knew she’d found the right dress. As she slid the long sleeves up over her shoulders, she felt like she had stepped into a princess’s ballgown.

 

Eve didn’t even require assistance to get into the dress. For the first time, she zipped up the dress all the way on her own. When she saw her own reflection in the mirror, Eve felt a tear push its way to the front of her eye socket. She imagined Nico seeing her walk down the aisle with this dress, and she imagined him sweeping her off her feet on the dance floor. Eve pushed open the door of the dressing room. Daniella clapped her hands over her mouth the moment that she saw her.

 

Even the attendant, who had been unusually quiet, let out a sound of awe as she saw Eve exit the dressing room with the dress. While there had been absolutely nothing traditional about her relationship with Nico, she felt drawn to a more traditional theme for their wedding. She’d thought of him as her husband for months… All they had to do was make it official. Their engagement had been long and had spanned the time of their son’s birth. A wedding was long overdue.

​“This is the one,” Eve said.

 

Daniella nodded, “It absolutely is. Give it a twirl…”

 

Eve twirled around in the dress and watched the floor-length skirt studded with glimmering crystals spin around in front the dressing room mirror.

 

“I love it,” Eve confirmed.

 

“Let me measure you and you can come back within a week to pick it up.”

 

Eve nodded. She couldn’t believe that after hours of searching, she was finally going to find her dream dress. The long sleeves, the deep v-neck neckline and the ballroom skirt all added to the appeal of the dress’s design. She slipped out of the dress and back into her every day outfit which was sleek, but far less glamorous than a designer wedding dress.

The attendant walked away with the dress and returned with a measuring tape. She confirmed Eve’s measurements and then herded both Eve and Daniella to the register where they were supposed to pay for the dress. Eve swiped her card and breathed a sigh of relief. They were all one step closer to finalizing all the details of the wedding.

 

They walked out of the store and Daniella turned to Eve with a smile.

 

“Isn’t this all so exciting!”

 

Eve shrugged, “I don’t know. It doesn’t feel real yet. And you know, Nico and I still have a son together. I wonder if we’re doing the right thing or if marriage is outdated…”

 

Daniella shot Eve a grumpy look.

 

“It’s absolutely not outdated, Eve. Maybe you already have a kid together but it just isn’t the same unless you do it the proper way. In a church.”

 

Eve sighed, “I know. I’ve been going to special sessions with Nico’s priest.”

 

“Becoming a Catholic?”

 

Eve nodded.

 

“In the most technical sense, I guess.”

 

“That’s so romantic! So you can get married in one of the Riccardi churches in Italy…”​

Daniella trailed off and Eve could tell that she was doing more fantasizing about her own wedding rather than thinking too much about Eve’s.

“I don’t know. I still hope we’re doing the right thing,” Eve added.

 

Daniella shot her a glare.

​“What do you mean?”

 

“Well you know… You and I are different from the Riccardis. Or the Savellis.”

 

Daniella had only just heard about everything that Eve had experienced in Italy. Despite the tales of a terrifying family with a staunch belief in blood purity, Daniella hadn’t lost even a smidgeon of interest in pursuing Domenico.

 

Eve didn’t know if she could be so naive anymore. Pursuing a whole life with Nico still felt risky. And though Eve trusted him, she still worried that her trust in him could be taken away at any instant. She had no confidence that something terrible could be avoided for the rest of their lives.

 

She loved Nico. Being with him was like a breath of fresh air on a cool spring morning. He excited her senses, awakened her to the romantic truths of the universe and he’d given her a chance to realize dreams she never believed would come true. Now, Eve was a mother and soon to be a wife. Everything she’d never thought possible was happening because of Nico. Yet, her fear that her son would be snatched away hadn’t abated. The terror she felt when her fiancé left the house at night that she’d get a call from someone saying that something had happened to Nico.

 

Eve sighed, “I guess I don’t want to rush things. And I encourage you not to rush things with Domenico. Just… make sure you know what you’re getting into.”

 

Eve was surprised when Daniella didn’t respond for a while. Daniella folded her arms and kept her eyes focused ahead. Her caramel skin glowed in the sunlight and highlighted the lines on her face as her features scrunched up in frustration.

​“Not going to respond to me?” Eve asked.

 

Daniella huffed in frustration.

 

“I don’t appreciate the suggestion that I’m rushing.”

 

Eve’s eyes widened at Daniella’s tone. She had never experienced anything other than pleasantness with the young girl that she’d mentored for so many years.

 

“Er… sorry.”

 

Eve still couldn’t figure out what she’d done wrong. The depth of Daniella’s frustrations alerted her to the fact that this was likely more than just teenaged hormones.

 

“Care to tell me what I did wrong?” Eve asked after they’d walked a couple more blocks in brooding silence.

 

Daniella pouted.

 

“I don’t appreciate the insinuation that I’ll start feeling some kind of regret if I find out more about who Domenico really is. I know that he’s not like normal guys my age. I’ve known that since I’ve met him.”

 

The eyes of the gorgeous biracial young woman filled with a delightful energy the instant she began to speak about Domenico. Just thinking about him sent powerful pulses of poetic energy pulsing through her skin and her speech quickened as she began to speak about him.

 

“Domenico isn’t a perfect man but I knew what kind of man… boy… he was when I met him. I’m here with him on the journey of his life, not because I want to change him. I’m not immature enough to regret that.”

 

Eve took in everything that Daniella had said. She had to admit that Daniella had a point. She was proud of her maturity and surprised that she couldn’t be at that place herself. A part of her really had wanted to change Nico. Now it was becoming clear that she would never be able to change him and she’d have to get used to the fact that her husband had a troubled past. And she might have to get used to the idea that he would never really change. For now, he was utterly dedicated to family, his son Matteo and planning their wedding.

 

But Eve couldn’t escape the feeling that at some point soon, Nico might crave adventure again. And when he wanted something, there was no way that she could stop him from going after it.