Page 25 of Claimed by the Enemy (Moretti Bratva #2)

I move closer to Uncle Enzo, kneeling beside his chair.

“You taught me that family is everything. That we protect the people we love, no matter the cost. Well, this is my family now.” I gesture toward Dom. “Him, and the baby we’re going to have, and yes, you too. Because you’re the only father I’ve ever known, and I’m not going to lose you to a lie.”

“Sophie…” Uncle Enzo’s voice breaks slightly. “If I’ve been wrong about everything…”

“Then we fix it. Together. All of us.”

“How?”

“By stopping Riccardo before he destroys what’s left of both our families.”

Uncle Enzo looks at Dom, who’s been watching this entire exchange with growing amazement.

“Domenico,” Uncle Enzo says quietly. “Is what Sophie says true? About your uncle?”

“I don’t know,” Dom admits. “But I’m starting to suspect it might be.”

“Then we need to find out for certain.”

“Uncle-”

“Sophie, you said I taught you that family is everything. You’re right. And if you and Domenico are going to have a child together, if you’re truly going to build a life together, then I want that life to be free from the hatred that’s poisoned mine.”

Uncle Enzo stands up, gesturing to his men to lower their weapons.

“I’m sorry, Domenico. For tonight, for the past sixteen years, for the pain I’ve caused both our families.”

“Uncle Enzo-”

“And I’m glad you two have found each other. Despite everything I put you through, you chose love over hatred. Your parents would be proud.”

“They would be proud of both of us,” Dom says, standing up. “For finally choosing to work together instead of against each other.”

Uncle Enzo nods, then looks at his men. “We’re leaving. Mr. Moretti, I assume you and Sophie have things to discuss.”

“We do.”

“Then we’ll give you privacy. But Domenico? If Riccardo is truly behind this, if he’s been manipulating our families for sixteen years, then he’s going to be very unhappy when he learns that we’ve made peace.”

“Let him be unhappy.”

“He won’t just be unhappy. He’ll be dangerous.”

“Then we’ll deal with that together.”

Uncle Enzo almost smiles. “Yes. Together.”

After Uncle Enzo and his men leave, Dom and I are finally alone on the yacht. The lights of the harbor twinkle around us, and the gentle motion of the water feels soothing after all the tension.

“So,” Dom says, moving closer to me. “We’re having a baby.”

“Yep.”

“I still can’t quite believe it,” he says, reaching for my hands and threading our fingers together.

“I know. It feels so surreal.”

“Some day this turned out to be.”

“I don’t know. I think it worked out perfectly.”

“Perfectly? Sophie, you could have been killed. Our baby could have been-”

“But we weren’t. We’re all safe. And Uncle Enzo finally knows the truth.”

“Part of the truth. We still have to deal with Uncle Riccardo.”

“We will. But Dom, right now, I just want to focus on us. On the fact that we’re going to have a baby.”

Dom’s hands come up to frame my face, his thumbs brushing across my cheekbones. “We’re going to have a baby.”

“Are you happy about it?”

“Happy? Sophie, I’m terrified and thrilled and completely overwhelmed.”

He’s quiet for a long moment, just looking at me in the harbor lights. When he speaks again, his voice is softer than I’ve ever heard it.

“You know, when I first found out who you really were, I told myself I was keeping you close to neutralize the threat. To figure out your plan. But…” He pauses, swallowing hard.

“Somewhere along the way, you stopped being Sophie Bellini, the enemy. You became just Sophie. The woman who makes me want to be a better man.”

My breath catches. “Dom…”

“I love you.” The words come out raw, honest, like they’ve been clawing at his chest for weeks.

“Not because you’re carrying my child. Not because we’re bound by marriage or circumstance or any of the other reasons I tried to convince myself.

I love you because all the times I thought I might lose you, the only thing that mattered was getting you back safely. ”

Tears blur my vision. “You love me?”

“I love your stubborn streak and your terrible timing. I love the way you challenge me and refuse to be controlled. I love that you saved my life in Italy, even though I was supposed to be your enemy.” His thumbs wipe away the tears spilling down my cheeks.

“I love you so completely it terrifies me, Sophie. Because for the first time in my life, I have something I can’t bear to lose. ”

“You’re not going to lose me.” My voice breaks on the words.

“Dom, I love you too. I think I started falling when I realized I’d rather save your life than complete my mission.

In Italy, when I heard those men planning to kill you, I didn’t think about revenge anymore.

I just thought about losing you. Everything I believed was a lie.

But this?” I press my hand over his heart.

“This is real. You’re real. And I love you more than I ever thought possible. ”

Dom rests his forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard like we’ve just run a marathon.

“I love you,” he says again, like he’s testing how the words sound.

“I love you too,” I whisper back.

“I love both of you.”

I laugh, the sound carrying across the water. “Dom, we love you, too.”

“You know,” he says when we pull apart. This was supposed to be a romantic evening. Dinner, champagne, maybe dancing under the stars.”

“Well, we’re under the stars now.”

“We are.”

“And I’m sure there’s food somewhere on this yacht.”

“There is.”

“And as for dancing…” I step closer, slipping my arms around his neck. “I think we can figure something out.”

Dom’s hands settle on my waist, and we begin to sway together, no music but the sound of water against the hull and the distant hum of the city.

“You know,” I say after a moment, “Uncle Enzo kind of ruined our first official date.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mm-hmm. Kidnapping the groom is generally frowned upon in most dating circles.”

“Good thing this wasn’t our first date then.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, our first date was that business trip. When we got snowed in and had to share a room.”

“That wasn’t a date. That was a business trip.”

“Was it? Because I remember thinking you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I remember wanting to kiss you from the moment you walked into that hotel lobby.”

“You did kiss me.”

“I did. And I’ve been wanting to do it again ever since.”

“Just kiss me?”

Dom’s eyes darken with heat. “Among other things.”

“What other things?”

Instead of answering, he lifts me into his arms, carrying me toward the yacht’s main cabin. “Let me show you.”

Dom carries me below deck to the master suite, setting me down gently beside the king-size bed. The room is beautiful - polished wood, soft lighting, windows that show the harbor lights sparkling on the water.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, his hands gentle on my face. “With everything that’s happened tonight, with the baby…”

“Dom.” I reach up to touch his cheek. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“But earlier, when you fainted-”

“I fainted because I was stressed and scared and trying to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. Right now, I’m exactly where I want to be.”

“Where’s that?”

“With you. Safe, happy, and completely in love.”

Dom’s kiss is soft at first, tentative, like he’s afraid I might break. But when I press closer, when my hands slide up his chest to tangle in his hair, he deepens the kiss with a groan.

“I thought I’d lost you tonight,” he whispers against my lips. “When Uncle Enzo’s men took me, when I realized you might walk into whatever trap they’d set…”

“You didn’t lose me. You’re never going to lose me.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Dom’s hands are gentle as he undresses me, reverent in the way he touches my skin. When his palm settles over my still-flat stomach, his eyes fill with wonder.

“Our baby is in there.”

“Our baby.”

He smiles—soft, a little stunned. “I guess I’m not shooting blanks after all.”

I swat his arm. “Wow. Romantic.”

Dom leans in and kisses me again, deeper now. His hands skim along my sides, resting just beneath the curve of my ribs. I feel his restraint. He’s careful not to press too hard, not to rush.

But I don’t want delicate.

I want to feel us .

“I’m not going to break,” I whisper.

He laughs against my mouth. “Says the woman growing a whole human.”

“Says the woman who’s been through hell and still wants you.”

His breath catches, and in that moment, I see everything—the love, the fear, the awe. The way he’s holding all of it, just for me.

I guide him back toward the bed, crawling up into the middle of it and holding out my hand. “Come here.”

The sheets are cool beneath my back, but the warmth of his body erases everything else. Dom lowers himself beside me, propped on one elbow, just… watching. His fingers trail lightly over my stomach, then higher, tracing the edge of my bra.

He leans in and kisses the spot just below my ear. Then licks it with a lingering sweep. The sound I make surprises even me—soft, sharp, needy.

“You like that,” he says, lips brushing my skin.

“Yes,” I breathe.

His hand slides lower again, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my underwear. My breath catches. I shift, just enough to open myself to him.

When his fingers find me, I gasp—hot and slick and already throbbing. He groans softly, and the sound is pure reverence.

“Look at me,” he whispers.

Our eyes lock as his fingers move—slow, rhythmic, unhurried. He watches every reaction, every flutter of my lashes, every bite of my lip.

“You’re so wet for me,” he whispers. “So fucking soft.”

My hips lift involuntarily, chasing the pressure of his touch. He adds another finger, curling just right, and I shudder.

Still, he doesn’t look away. Not once.

“I could watch you like this forever,” he says.

And God, the way he says it undoes me.

He kisses my neck, then my collarbone. His tongue flicks the shell of my ear again, and I whimper.

“Dom…”

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “Let me take care of you.”

I fall apart under the gentle pressure of his fingers and the fire in his gaze, already trembling with need, already aching for more.

When his fingers slip away, I make a soft sound of protest, already missing the fullness, the connection.

But he’s moving carefully now, shifting to remove the last of our clothes. When he slides my underwear down my legs, he kisses the inside of my knee like it’s sacred.

Then he peels off his own.

He moves between my legs, his weight supported on his forearms as he hovers above me. He presses his forehead to mine.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” he says.

“It won’t,” I whisper. “I need you.”

His hand finds mine, fingers lacing tight as he pushes inside me, giving me every inch. My breath hitches. The stretch is perfect. Full. My legs wrap around his waist without thought, pulling him closer.

He exhales shakily, like the feeling of being inside me takes the strength right out of him.

“You feel like home,” he murmurs.

We stay like that for a long moment. Joined. Breathing each other in.

Then he begins to move.

His lips brush my cheek, my jaw, my mouth. I hold onto him, fingers digging into his back, my body arching to meet him.

He whispers things against my skin. Words I can’t quite process because the pleasure is too much, too full, too deep. But I feel the meaning in the way he touches me. Like I’m the only thing that matters. Like there’s no past, no betrayal, no blood feuds—only this.

Only us.

Our bodies stay pressed close. Every movement is more like a wave than a thrust. A slow, rising tide pulling me under. I press kisses to his shoulder, his throat, tasting the salt of his skin. He grinds deeper, just once, and I cry out softly.

His hand moves to cup the back of my head. Our foreheads touch again.

“I love you,” he says, so quietly it’s almost a breath.

“I love you,” I whisper back. “So much.”

The coil inside me tightens, and I feel him grow heavier, more erratic. His voice breaks as he says my name. I hold him tighter.

“I’m there,” I gasp. “Dom, I—”

“Come for me,” he says.

And I do. The world narrows to nothing but the slide of his body inside mine and the way he watches me fall apart.

He follows seconds later, a shudder running through him as he spills into me, his face buried in my neck.

We stay like that, limbs tangled, hearts thundering, breaths shallow.

Complete.