His Cruel Victory - Extended Epilogue - Faye Pierce

His Cruel Victory – Extended Epilogue

Was there a part that bored or that you didn't really like in the book?

Even a character, a scene, or anything. You could say no if nothing bothered you.

Which was the part you liked most in the book?

Even a character, a scene, or anything that you enjoyed.

Is there one (or more) character(s) in this series that you would like to read more about in a sequel?

It could be a character from any book of the series (Chains of Desire). You could say no if there isn't any.

In Dark Mafia Romance, do you prefer lighter (with more humor and romcom vibes) or darker (with darker themes and scenes like murder, torture and SA) stories? *

I prefer lighter with more humor and romcom vibes.
I prefer darker with darker themes and scenes like murder, torture and SA.

Do you prefer reading longer or shorter books? *

I prefer reading longer books (300-400 or more pages).
I prefer reading shorter books (200-300 pages).

Who is your favorite dark mafia romance author?

Please don't say me, I need some new inspo!❤️

Vittoria

“Are you close?”

“Yes, I’m driving into the estate now,” Eva giggles on the phone.

“Eva, don’t give us away. It has to be a secret until we are sure,” I suck my teeth and I know she just rolled her eyes even though I cannot see her.

“Yeah, yeah… blah blah blah.”

“Eva,” I try for a firmer tone, but who am I kidding? She does whatever she wants half the time. “We are best friends, have my back here.” There goes the never-failing emotional blackmail.

“Fine,” she sucks her teeth, “you will see me soon.”

I start to say something, but she ends the call. That’s classic Eva. I take a deep breath and try to distract myself. My legs move before my brain clicks that I’m pacing in her bedroom.

Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four… I halt, spin in a different direction, and continue my pacing.

I’m counting the portraits on Eva’s wall while waiting impatiently for her to show up with the test strips.

I’m not sure what it is I’m feeling, but I have been nauseous for two days and I cannot stand the smell of my favorite perfume. I get dizzy, too. Not to add the embarrassing moment I fell asleep in the middle of a conversation with Emanuele yesterday. He was talking about business in the study, and I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the middle of the night on the mattress in our bedroom.

It might not be what I’m thinking, but what if? I halt. What if I’m pregnant? My stomach ruffles, and I gulp, trying to tamper my giddiness so I don’t go overboard and get disappointed if that isn’t the case.

I inhale sharply and then continue to count the portraits on Eva’s wall.

It feels more like a gallery here than a bedroom. But it’s only pictures of people she cares about on the walls. Emanuele, me, and Fabio. More of her father than anyone. There are three of mine, and Fabio has only one. It’s not a clear take, a little blurry, and it’s not because of the editing. It’s more like she was moving when she took the picture of him because he seems to be standing in place. It looks different, too, in an unprofessional way. The rest are pictures of her and Emanuele. No Salvatore in sight. When Emanuele told us the day after my accident what had happened it was a terrible shock, especially for Eva, but I honestly wasn’t all that surprised. The traitor should run because while Emanuele may not be able to kill his son, I will stop at nothing to protect what is mine. He should ask around.

I sit on her queen-size mattress that is covered in cherry pink bed sheets with a duvet of a lighter shade of the same color. I begin to bounce my army green suede boot-covered feet and pick at the chipped black polish on my nails. I have been indoctrinated into denim and oversized T-shirts.

“I’m here,” Eva bursts into her bedroom in gray sweatpants and a white gym bra, and I stand, dropping my phone on the mattress. “Here you go,” she opens a camera bag and pulls out a grocery bag, then tosses it at me. “Go on,” she rubs her hands eagerly against each other.

I nod, gulp, and inhale loudly.

“It will be fine,” she smiles and shushes me away towards the bathroom with her hand.

I grunt, letting her push me till I am at the door of her bathroom. She opens the door and continues to push me until I’m inside. Then she closes it.

I glare at myself in the mirror. It might be what I think it is. My lips look fuller, or maybe I’m exaggerating because I want to see physical signs.

I pull out the test strips. There are seven in here, Eva got four extra—a best friend indeed, matching my craziness.

I take the first test, and my heart drops to my stomach and shoots straight up to hit my chest hard. I’m pregnant. My eyes prick, and my throat goes dry.

It is with shaky hands I take the rest of the tests, and all seven of them come out with the same result. I can hear Eva grunting and pacing by the door, but I take a moment for myself. I try to take deep breaths to calm my nerves.

I open the door slowly, one hand resting protectively on my stomach, my eyes clouded with tears.

“Are you…?” Eva is already tearing up.

I nod, “Yes, I’m pregnant.”

“Yes!” She squeaks and lifts me off the floor, then spins me around. “Can I be the baby’s aunt instead of sister?” she chews her lips eagerly. “You know, because of the age difference,” she swipes a tear off her cheeks, and mine run free down my cheek.

“No.”

We both turn in the direction of the door of her bedroom to see Emanuele standing there in black jeans and a black t-shirt.

“You didn’t lock the door?” I click my teeth at Eva.

She gives a Cheshire smile, “Oops.”

I thought a romantic dinner would be a good way to tell him about it. Or even cuddling at night after sex. But, Eva… I pout, but Emanuele prances to us. I don’t let him get close; instead, I run up to him and hurl myself at him. He captures me and kisses me fervently.

“I’m pregnant,” I tilt my head to meet his eyes.

He smiles. “We are pregnant,” he kisses me softly on the lips.

I nod into the kiss, “We are pregnant.”

“Having a baby sister at this point is a little…” Eva blows raspberries.

“Or baby brother,” Emanuele says firmly, “And there is nothing wrong with that. Besides, you will have your own family to care for.”

Oh, no. I bury my face in Emanuele’s chest to avoid looking at her because I can feel what is coming next.

“I don’t even have a boyfriend, how am I starting a family already?” Eva scoffs.

“You have Fabio,” Emanuele retorts, and I grit my teeth for her sake.

“I have who?” Eva snorts, “That’s a joke, right?”

“You are marrying him,” Emanuele makes it firmer.

“Why?”

“Why not?” he clips.

“Dad, we are talking about Fabio here, and me,” her voice is breaking, and it’s the last thing I want for her.

I pull away from Emanuele and go to her, then wrap my arms around her.

“I don’t want to be married to him,” Eva sniffs.

“Come on, baby,” Emanuele opens his arms, and she goes to him, dropping her head on his chest, “I want what is best for you.”

Eva may not want to admit it now, but I can swear there is something there. I might be wrong, too, but… I join the embrace, and Emanuele wraps one hand around me while I do the same to Eva.

She is not alone. I will be with her every step of the way and make sure it is truly in her best interest, more than anyone else. We have something in common, and that is infuriating men in our lives. But my heart is going out to Eva because Fabio is a different breed of dominant.

“I don’t like him,” she mumbles.

“Maybe that’s a good start,” I stroke her back.

Not liking him is a good start. All the best love stories start with that lie… line.