Lindsay has the perfect life.
A doting husband, and
an adorable baby.
What will happen when the truth comes crashing down and she discovers everything is a lie?
Lorenzo is keeping a secret to protect himself and his son.
What lengths will he go...
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Lorenzo POV
"Warehouse blown up, multiple injuries reported"
Fuck, I thought to myself as I read the latest headline about my warehouse. Fucking Russians.
This was supposed to be classified information but it seems like the press got wind of it and are running wild with information that was never meant to be known to the public.
This opened my eyes to a few things; the Russians couldn't be trusted, our so-called truce was void and I had a rat in my inner circle. Also, Valentino was supposed to handle this business, why wasn't he on top of this shit.
I threw my phone on the table and drummed my fingers along my armrest. I was getting impatient. I wanted to be home already. I checked my gold Rolex. 7pm. Perfect. Thirty more minutes and we would be landing. The New York skyline was coming into view. Beautiful.
My wife, Isabella, and I had been in Sicily for the last three months, awaiting the birth of our son. Even though I no longer called it home, tradition dictated that my son, my heir, needed to be born in Italy.
We definitely enjoyed our time away from New York. It was a never ending vacation. We were able to travel around Italy and visit with my parents and family that we hadn't seen since our wedding. On the flip side it will be nice to be home and establish a new normal with our little prince.
Nicholas Salvatore Santos was born two weeks ago, in what the doctors described as a "textbook delivery." There were no complications for him or Isabella. Thank God, I have no idea what I would do if I lost either of them. They are my everything.
Yesterday, Isabella and Nicolas had their scheduled check up with her delivery doctor. After a little persuasion and some light threats, we were given the green light to travel. Within a couple hours I had things in motion for our flight and return to New York.
Of course, my parents weren't happy that we were leaving or maybe they were just upset that we were taking their nipote (grandson) with us. I resigned myself to the fact we probably see more of them in the future.
"Enzo," Isabella called out to me, taking me out of my thoughts. "Nicholas is starting to get fussy, I'm going to try nursing him, before we land."
"Good idea, Angel," I answered. "Let me know if you need anything."
"Can you hold him, while I get situated?" She asked.
"Of course, my love."
As I held Nicholas, I rubbed my nose to his, trying to distract him. Isabella threw her long brown hair up in a messy bun and tossed off her sweater. I couldn't look away as she undid the strap on her bra and put the breast feeding pillow on her lap. Gorgeous.
"I'm ready," She said as she reached out to take Nicholas. "And don't even give me those looks, Mr." She scolded "These," she said as she pointed to her breasts "aren't for you."
