Page 78 of The Devil's Heir

Liliana

Life as a Mafia wife is not what I would have chosen for myself, but everything happens for a reason, or so I've been told.

I can't complain much. Jarek has been an amazing husband, father, and protector all of these years.

Don't get me wrong, he's still ruthless where it counts, and he runs the business with an iron fist, but the moment he walks through the front door, the Mafia Boss switches to loving father and husband.

Eleven incredible years of marriage with the Devil himself, and I fall more in love with him every day. Of course, we have our ups and downs and our disagreements, but the making up is always inevitable—and my favorite part.

"Mom, I think I should come to this dinner party. I'm old enough to learn, I swear!" Kiernan nags as he follows me around my and Jarek's bedroom.

I stop and turn to face my oldest, placing my hand on my protruding belly. "I know you think that honey, but you still have years of being a kid and enjoying life. I don't want you to bother yourself with what Daddy does until you're older."

"I'm practically twelve already, Mom…"

I run my thumb across his soft cheek in a loving caress. "I know you are, baby. Your father will let you know when it's time for you to step up and learn, but until then, things will remain as they are. It's for your protection."

"I can learn how to shoot like Dad. Kase and Kole said that Uncle Joey was going to take them out and teach them how to shoot, and I'm older than they are!"

"I'm not their mother; I'm your mother. Do not argue with me, or else I will get your father," I tell him and raise my brows.

Kiernan knows better. If I get his father, he will be in a heap of trouble. It's not that Jarek is mean, but he doesn't tolerate any of the kids disrespecting me.

Bending down, I press my lips to my son's head before sending him back to his room and going to sit at my vanity. Jarek has a few business acquaintances coming for dinner, along with some of our friends, and I have to be the gracious hostess.

"Mommy, mommy! Ashlyn ate all my dessert!" Our seven-year-old comes running into our room, screaming.

Devlyn is her father's namesake—sort of. Jarek didn't find my choice of name for her very amusing at first, but I got my way. It's very fitting because she acts just like her father, my Devil.

Our five-year-old follows her sister into the room, chocolate smeared around her mouth, giggling.

"Ash… Did you eat your sister's dessert?" I ask our youngest in my no-nonsense tone.

It doesn't bother her one bit, though. She nods her head vigorously. "She said I couldn't have it, so I showed her I could." She huffs and crosses her arms.

My children try me daily, and sometimes I think I'm crazy for having a fourth child, but then I remember my childhood and how lonely it was.

Jarek feels the same way. However, I will not be having the football team that he's hoping for.

I'm stopping after this little guy, hopefully.

I rub my belly as I think about our son, who will be here in less than two months.

"Daddy!" the girls cry out simultaneously.

"What are my beautiful girls up to?" Jarek scoops both his daughters up into each arm and carries them over to me.

"Ashlyn ate my dessert!"

"Ash… Was that a nice thing to do to your sister?" Jarek asks in his stern voice.

Ashlyn pouts and shakes her head.

"What do you say to your sister?"

"Sorry, Dev."

How he does it, I have no clue. Jarek has never shown an ounce of meanness to any of our children, yet they listen to him as though he has.

He kisses them both on the cheek and sets them down.

"I believe your nanny is waiting to give you two a bath. It's almost bedtime," he reminds them, and they run off in search of Gabby, their nanny.

Jarek walks over and squats down in front of me as I sit in my chair. "And how are you coming along? Guests will be arriving shortly."

"We still have an hour," I tell him.

"Oh? So, I have time to do this?"

He slips his hand under my robe and between my thighs. My legs are like the Red Sea, parting on his command. Fingers enter me, and I moan, dropping my head back.

"Jarek… We shouldn't."

"Maybe not, but you're going to take it like my good girl, aren't you."

"Mm-hmm…"

"That's right…" He pushes my robe aside, exposing my breast before taking it into his mouth.

It doesn't take him long to bring me to climax, and instead of getting me a washcloth to clean myself with, he dips his head and uses his tongue. Spreading my legs wider, Jarek laps at my slick folds, almost making me orgasm again.

"No more until later, Mrs. Falcon," he teases as he pulls away.

I groan.

"You big meanie…" I joke.

"Hey, at least you had yours; look what I have to deal with." He grabs my hand and places it over his hardness.

"Good. You're the one who started it. Perhaps I won't be able to help you out later. I'll just get myself off." I turn, fix my robe, and start working on my makeup.

Jarek grabs my hair and forces my head to turn. "You will spread your legs for me later, and I will fuck you until you're full of my seed. Your cunt loves the nutrients I give it." He lessens the grip on my hair and rubs at my stomach before nibbling on my neck.

"Just because she's a needy slut doesn't mean I am," I breathe out softly.

Just a simple touch from Jarek gets my libido working overtime.

If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was some kind of witch—someone with power, someone who could bend me to his will. But then again, isn't that the Devil's domain? Yes… I believe it is. And after all these years, I no longer have any doubt—Jarek Falcon isn't just dangerous. He is the Devil.

Jarek got everything he ever wanted—me. I, on the other hand, fought for my freedom and lost. Or maybe I didn't. Because with Jarek, I found love and a family, but most of all, I've never felt so free, and I owe it all to the Devil himself.

Jarek

"So, how's it feel being the head of the Lonzo family now?" I ask my best friend.

Lonzo stepped down a month ago, finally giving power to his son and my top capo. Joey is now my underboss, and I couldn't have picked a better guy for the job. Joey's had my back for years, and the only one I trust more than him is my wife.

After the shitshow eleven years ago, Joey took Zita back home to Italy to break the news of Rossi's death.

Zita's brothers took it better than I thought.

Come to find out, they were waiting for someone to take their father out.

They couldn't bring themselves to do it, so they happily accepted my best friend with open arms. Joey and Zita were married before they returned back to the States.

It was at the Rossi brother's insistence, since Zita was already pregnant at the time.

"You know how it is when you take over a new position. The only difference is that I already knew my boss was the biggest asshole around." My friend smirks.

"There's a reason I call him the Devil…" Lily murmurs as her lips twitch.

I narrow my eyes at them both.

"You would be too if you had to put up with what I put up with; a smartass best friend and a brat for a wife."

"We have to keep you on your toes somehow, Boss ," Joey smirks.

I ignore my friend and turn to Jackson, who now heads my technology department.

Once he and Heidi got married and started their family, Jackson wanted to do something legal while continuing to work for me.

So, I paid for his schooling and gave him a high-paying job.

I owe the guy a lot for everything he's done for me.

After Seth died, Jackson was a little off for a while.

It's not as if they were in love or anything, but Seth was one of his closest friends.

Heidi was there for him, and things took a turn.

They're both now happy with two kids of their own.

They're our extended family, just like Joey and Zita are with their twin boys.

"I took care of that problem you came to me about. He won't be stealing from anyone anymore," I tell Jackson matter-of-factly.

"Jarek!" Lily gasps.

I fix my gaze on my beautiful wife. "What would you have me do to someone who's stolen millions of dollars from the company over the past eight years?"

"I'm sure there are other ways you could have dealt with it, but that's not what my problem is," my wife replies.

"Then what's the problem?" I shrug.

"I do not want to hear about you killing someone over dinner. Have you forgotten about your crotch goblin I'm carrying, who tends to get sick over the smallest thing?"

"Please do not refer to my unborn son as a crotch goblin, Lily." I frown.

"Fine, your spawn then…"

The table erupts with laughter, and I glare at everyone, but even my lips twitch. My feisty little pauper always keeps things interesting. I'm just about to retort when a loud, obnoxious voice reaches us from just outside the dining room.

"Oh great, she didn't forget after all," I drawl, wiping my mouth and sighing.

Lily slaps my arm. "Stop it. You know you love her, too."

I roll my eyes just as Fran walks into the room. Even after all these years, the old bat is still as crass as ever. She just dresses a little better.

Fran took over the Greco family business after Carlos' body was returned.

His kids fought it, but they were all bastards and didn't have the right to it while Fran was still alive.

We did worry about whether her nephews would try taking her out, but she won them over somehow, and even though they're practically running everything, it all has to go through her.

It's surprising, really, since the old bat was always against what I did for a living, but I guess it changes once you are the one in charge. There's a lot less killing in her area, however, but that's only because people are afraid of the woman.

"It's so nice for you to wait for my arrival, you little bastard…" Fran glowers at me as she walks in.

"Well, last I checked, dinner was at seven sharp. It's almost eight," I reply dryly.

"Haven't you ever heard of being fashionably late?" she asks, taking her seat beside Heidi, who's trying to hide her grin.

"Actually, I have. However, I see nothing fashionable about you," I quip.

"I'll have you know that I was the prettiest girl back in the day—and very fashionable—you dick!" the older woman bites back.

"Okay, that's enough, you two. Don't make me stick you both in a room with each other until you can get along," my wife threatens with a grin.

"You know," Jackson chimes in, adding, "If Jarek and Lily weren't married, I'd think you two had the hots for one another…"

"Do you want to live for another day?" I grit out.

"He has a point, Sir ," Lily says, hiding her smile behind her glass of water.

"Please, I've turned down bigger dicks than what he's got. Sorry, Lily, but it's true." Fran shrugs and digs into the food the staff just set down in front of her.

Lily gives me a warning look before I can return my own insult, so instead, I paste a smile on my face and say, "It's so nice that you could join us tonight, Fran. I hope you enjoy the meal."

I'll do whatever it takes to keep Lily happy, even if I have to swallow my pride and look like a pansy in front of my friends. The thing is, they all do the same for their wives.

"Good thing I have a steel stomach. You probably had my food poisoned…" Fran mumbles, but I choose to ignore her taunt.

As I sit around my dining room table, surrounded by familiar faces—some I've come to know, others I've grown to love—I can't help but feel like a fortunate man, Fran included.

My life could have taken an entirely different path had my pauper not returned to me.

Now, I have a life I cherish and heirs who will carry on the Falcon name.

So, even though she calls me the Devil, I thank God every day for bringing Liliana back into my life.