I was almost at my breaking point.

There were only so many questions I could take in the late hours of the evening before I went crazy. I wondered how Chloe could deal with it all day long and still want many, many more children.

I was done after this one.

Completely.

I would not wish more of these D'Amico devils on anyone. I was obviously not meant to procreate.

"Daddy, do you have food?" Sophia asked and I swear I've already answered this a million times tonight, for both her and Alessio.

"Sophia, I do not magically grow food. No, I still do not have any."

She slumped in the chair before immediately perking up again, "Can we get some?"

And at this very moment, I felt terrible for my mother. If Alessio and Sophia were anything like me, and I know they were, the poor woman has had to deal with this before.

This was karma.

She's dealt with it before, she'd probably be more than willing to deal with it again, or so I hoped. I love my bambini, I really do, but they could drive any sane person towards insanity on one of their bad days.

And they loved their grandmother.

She was probably still awake, she didn't sleep well anymore.

"We're going on a field trip, yes?" I said and stood up from my desk. Alessio jumped up but Sophia stayed planted where she was.

"No. I want to stay with you," she protested.

"You two are driving me mad! No wonder your poor mother wanted the night off. Now lets go," I walked past the both of them and made my way towards the stairs, hearing both of them stomp grumpily behind me. My phone vibrated in my pocket, but I didn't check it yet.

I came to my mother's room and knocked quietly incase she was actually asleep.

"Entra," her soft voice called.

I opened the door and let So and Sio walk in first. She looked confused, set her book down, and came over to embrace the both of them, "Can you watch them?"

She nodded happily, "They're being little devils?"

"Yes."

"They'll be sleeping in ten minutes."

I laughed. I wasn't underestimating her power or anything because she did have, and I hate to say it, thirty years of experience under her belt. They were just two very hard storms to calm sometimes. "Good luck," I kissed her cheek before leaving the room.

I pulled out my phone and checked the message I had received moments ago.

I stopped dead in my tracks, completely and utterly disgusted.

Who was pictured though?

I scrolled down to see the text associated with the picture and dropped my phone in response. I wasn't sure why I did that, I wasn't shocked, not even a little bit.

Who didn't see this coming?

This is going to tear Chloe apart.

"Why are you being so lovey dovey?" I asked Angelo as he placed kisses all the way up and down my neck. I was trying to sleep, but he was being very very distracting.

"Is it a crime to show my wife love?"

"No."

"Didn't think so," he unwrapped himself from me and rolled over, onto his back, letting out a terribly long and flustered sigh.

"What's wrong," I turned to face him.

There was no speaking for quite some time, so by the time that he actually started, I had already lost almost all interest, "When the news starts to spread about this, I want you to have heard it from me first, not some cleanup boy around the house who can't get his story straight."

My mind automatically flew to the worst and assumed he was talking about some cheating fiasco, so I slowly started to shut down.

Morning sickness wasn't a thing I've had to deal with since I was in the third trimester now, I kissed that goodbye at 15 weeks. And now, I was having the feeling all over again, déjà vu.

I got off the bed way slower than I was shooting for, it probably matched a snails pace. Maybe it was just the extra hormones running through me, but I really wanted to cry at that very moment.

Angelo got off the bed too, quickly catching me in his arms so that I was unable to get away from him. I slapped him away and to my complete surprise, he actually remained a safe distance from me and my ever growing sadness. "Just tell me," I choked out, "Who is she?"

He looked at me as if very very confused. Confused didn't even seem to describe the way he felt now, "What are you talking about?"

"Are you cheating on me?"

"Why the hell would I cheat on you? Why would you even think that?"

Now I felt dumb, but what the hell could he have possibly been talking about then? "Well I'm sorry you're very bad with the English language and I just assumed the very worst. You should phrase things better. What happened?"

There wasn't a single thing I could think of at the moment that would be worse than what Angelo already denied, "Your family," he said, and I couldn't help but cringe at the mere thought of the people I spent seventeen years of my life with. "Your father in particular."

I felt like I knew what he was about to tell me, and I couldn't stomach the thought. My dad was my whole life at one point, and if he got caught in the crosshairs of Angelo's shit, hell hath no fury. He hadn't been the ideal father recently, but I wasn't the best daughter either and he was still my dad no matter what. "What happened?" I asked, a tear falling.

Angelo seemed torn between actually telling me every bloody detail or dropping the subject altogether. "You have every right to lash out, punch walls, or even me if you want to."

"It's that bad?"

He sighed for the umpteenth time, "It's bad, amore."

I put my hand up to my mouth to silence my cries, but I had a feeling even that wasn't going to stop it soon.

"I would show you the picture that I got, but no one deserves to see that," his voice dropped to a whisper, "He was murdered."

"Oh my god," I crashed down onto the ottoman, grabbed a pillow and buried my face in it. "No."

He put his hand on my right shoulder, squeezed gently and then proceeded to rub. Surprisingly calming given the current situation, "It's not going to go unavenged, Chloe."

"Why can't you fucking kill her already? How can it be so hard?"

"I couldn't begin to explain it to you."

"What about Violet? And Bradley and Naya? Are they ok? Where are they?"

"Luca and a few others have already got on a plane for Los Angeles. They're not with Italia to my knowledge. They're going to bring them here safely and we'll go from there," he sat down and pulled me into him.

"Here?" I asked before wrapping my arms around Angelo as he held me tighter, "To the mafia house?"

"If that's what you want, I see no harm."

"Where's Soph and Sio?" I needed them, their cuddles were the best cure for the worst days of my life.

"With my mom. Hopefully sleeping by now. Why?"

"I need them."

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