Chapter 11: Triplets and a Very Angry Great-Grandmother

Being pregnant with triplets in a mafia household is not restful. Vittoria assigned me four nurses. Isabella moved into the west wing "temporarily," which was eight months ago. Marco Castellan sent a marble statue of Saint Anne so large it had to come through the ceiling. And Dante lost his entire mind. "You're on the stairs." "I'm going down the stairs, Dante, it's a normal thing that people—" He picked me up. "Put me down." "No." "Leo," I said. "Tell your father I'm not made of glass." Leo...