Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
I flip him off before my dad interrupts, “Boys, boys. It’s Christmas time. Let’s all get along.” As usual, his request falls on deaf ears. By the time we head back to Las Vegas, Dad has broken up three near fist fights and threatened to kick our asses at least five times. It was just your typical Russo holiday. Luckily, my wife fit right in and actually became one of the biggest Russo shit disturbers. I didn’t think she could get more perfect, but Hunter proves me wrong daily. I’m one lucky man.
EPILOGUE 2
HUNTER
THREE YEARS LATER
I wince watching one of my two-year-old sons terrorize Bandit. Lucky for us, the two German Shepherds have unlimited patience when it comes to Rory and Ryan. “Rory.” I waddle out on the back patio as quickly as my eight-month-pregnant belly will allow and call to our son. “Stop trying to ride on Bandit.”
“You go rest.” My husband closes the barbecue grill and walks up to wrap his arms around my huge belly from behind. “I’ll go save the dogs.”
“Thank you.” I lean back against his muscular body and feel the pregnancy hormones kick in. If the kids and dogs weren’t awake and needing attention, I’d jump his bones and show him my appreciation. I feel his hard erection poking me while he rubs his hard body against me and wonder if we can get the boys down for their nap early.
Our tender moment is interrupted when my uncle walks around the side of the house with his dogs following on his heels. “Not in front of the children.” He makes fake gagging noises. “You’ll scar the boys for life.” Then he adds under his breath, “I know it’s scarred me.” The boys notice Uncle Marco and immediately run over and jump on him. Watching the mob boss roll around on the grass with the two miniature versions of my husband warms my heart. Bandit, Smokey, Bert, and Ernie join the fray as pandemonium erupts in our backyard.
“I love you,” Brendan whispers against the side of my neck and points to the mass of dogs, children, and my uncle rolling around our backyard. “Do you think they’ll occupy each other long enough for us to sneak away?” he asks a little too loudly.
“Don’t even think about it,” Uncle Marco cuts in.
“You said I could count on you for anything.” Brendan loves to remind my uncle of his words at our wedding.
“Frick me.” Even my mob boss uncle has learned to control his mouth around little ears. “Are you ever going to let me forget I said that?” He stands up with a twin on each hip and glares at Brendan.
“Not in this lifetime.” My husband smirks at my uncle and hugs me close.
I almost laugh at the look of defeat on Uncle Marco’s face as he glances down at the boy. “Come on.” He whistles for the dogs. “We’ll go find a movie to watch.”
After they disappear into the house, I turn to my husband and laugh. “I’m pretty sure my uncle would die if any of his friends or associates realized he watches cartoons with his grand-nephews every weekend.”
“I love having ammunition against Marco.” Brendan winks at me. “I love free babysitting almost as much as I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I lay my head on his shoulder and sigh as happiness flows through me. “Thank you for our wonderful life.”
“Why don’t we head upstairs, and you can thank me appropriately.” Leave it to my husband to figure out how to make the most of our time.
“Lead the way.” I squeal when he lifts me into his arms and rushes into the house. Life just doesn’t get any better than this.