The world revolves around POWER.
Power brings the money.
Power brings the respect.
Power brings the control.
Power owns the people.
Dario Romano may have escaped death yet again but he is far from the clear. A blood war is on the horizon between th...
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"We haven't spoken about the Abaté thing just yet you know."
"What is there to speak about?"
"Dario the man is clearly coming for you."
"And? He wouldn't be the first."
"Yes but-
"He is no threat to me nor us Kiara. Don't hurt your head about it. He is clearly desperate if he is coming to my wife for aid to put me away." He chuckled. He had a point.
"Mamma, posso prendere la mia bicicletta?" (Mommy can I get my bicycle)
"Matteo Ti avevo detto di non farlo stasera. Perché non sei ancora vestito?" (Matteo I told you not to do it tonight. Why aren't you dressed yet?)
"I'll get him dressed, it's fine." Dario told me as he grabbed our eldest's hand.
"Let me go see what Massimo is up to then I'll check on the twins. Guests are already arriving."
"Relax Kiara, everything will be fine."
"I hope so. Bring Matteo downstairs when you're done." I said glancing at my makeup in the mirror. "Oh and keep him off the bed please Dario." I added the last part knowing it was probably still wet after the sex we just had. He smirked in return and I rolled my eyes as I left our bedroom satisfied with my look.
It's my husband's birthday and I do believe this is the first time ever that I have thrown him a party. I put a lot of thought and plan into it so I hope it's to his liking at least.
"My handsome boy." I cooed while fixing Massimo's tie.
"You look pretty mama!" Matteo came looking sharp as ever with Dario trailing behind.
"Thank you my son." He came to grab my hand and Massimo grabbed my other hand as the four of us went outside to join the party.
"The man of the hour finally graces us with his presence."
"The hour of the day?" I teased.
"Kiara you really outdid yourself with this party, Dario I keep telling you, you picked your wife well." I could never the old woman's name but I know she's an old friend of his mother. "And look at these handsome boys. Matteo looks like a splitting image of Dario. You must be proud." She said eyeing Dario.
"I'm thankful for my wife." Dario said curtly before placing a gentle kiss to my temple. He has been doing that a lot and I can't help the butterfly feeling in my stomach every time he does it. "And my sons." He added proudly.
