Deception (Mafia Daddies #3)

Hallie

“So, tell me, when’s the little one due?” Celia asks, and I spit my Coke across the table, and Rocco throws his head back on a loud chuckle that gathers attention from the other diners.

“She’s not pregnant,” Rocco says. “Yet.” My stomach twists with the lie I hold while I asked him to always tell me the truth.

“Oh, I assumed the whole shotgun wedding thing was because there was a bun in the oven.”

I mean, the woman isn’t wrong, not really. I grimace at the thought.

“Nope, just want to lock my girl down.” Rocco grips my knee.

“I can see why,” Celia says with a warm smile. “Well, I’ll get those burgers over here, then leave you kids to it and see you over there in…” She glances at her watch. “Half an hour.”

As soon as she leaves, Rocco explains without me needing to ask him. “She’s a witness.”

“Oh.” I chew into my bottom lip, the reality of what we’re about to do taking its toll.

“You good with that?” He searches my face.

“Of course.” I smile back as worry claws at me. “I haven’t even done anything with my hair.” I comb my fingers through my unruly loose waves.

“What the hell’s wrong with your hair?” His eyebrows knit together, and I giggle at the seriousness in his tone. Never once has he made me feel anything less. Not once has he met my insecurities with anything but love, and has always showered me with compliments.

“You’re fucking perfect, .”

I bite into my lip. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Burning desire fills his eyes, like a switch has been flipped. “I’m going to fuck my wife senseless, you know that, right?”

“I’m counting on it.” I smile back as I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, causing him to growl and tighten the hold on my thigh.