167- Epilogue

**Isabella**

Deep, deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Just like that. Oh hell, fuck all that shit.

“FUCK!”

Gritting my teeth I move to cup my already enormous belly. Another wave of contractions soon hitting me like that of a freight train. My name soon being called by that of my husband. Tony.

“Isabella? Baby? Is everything alright in there?”

Attempting to focus upon my breathing. The same one’s I’ve used over and over with all my past pregnancies that I try to ignore my husband. Not wanting to kill him for interrupting my mantra. Tony’s knocking soon drawing my attention.

“Princess?”

Now moving to poke his head inside the room, does Tony manage to catch me. My body now within a sitting position as I move to brace myself for another oncoming contraction.

“Another wave of contractions?” asks Tony. My eyes moving to glare daggers at him. The fucker. It’s because of them that I’m totally in this mess to begin with. Granted I could have said no but we all know how that worked with 4 dominating men.

Tony quick to approach me as he moves to help me stand. “Alright sweetheart. Let’s get you down to the waiting car and over to the hospital. I’ll call your mother on the way and see if she can come over and watch the boys, how does that sound?”

“FUCKING FANTASTIC” I yell. Another wave hitting as I continue my breathing. Deep breaths. Deep breaths Isabella. I got this.

Attempting to remain focused it takes us about 20 minutes to finally reach the waiting black car. Having to stop every 2 seconds so I could take a breather and break Tony’s fingers whenever a contraction would hit. Not wanting to be carried if I could help it. Not wanting to look weak or pathetic within the eyes of my men did I choose to walk myself down to the car.

Upon reaching the car do I finally notice the outside. The leaves all changing into beautiful fall colors. The scenery a nice change in distraction as I move to reflect back on upon my life and what I’ve done.

14 years have steadily passed and I’m now having my second set of triplets. Yep, go figure. My men and their super sperm. Yet, aside from that, its also been 14 years since Antonio, Angelo, Vincent and Lucia all met their timely end.

Shortly after that, about 8 months later, I finally gave birth to my cute identical twin boys. Elijah and Elis. Both now 14 and look exactly like their father. Lucus. Attitude and all. Then, about 4 years after that we all learned that we were about to have our first set of triplets. Each of them fraternal. And again, all boys.

My triplets being Joshua, Jackson and Jayden. Each currently 10. And while I’m still shocked on how it happened; it turns out that Tony spawned Joshua while Grant spawned Jackson and Jayden. Talk about crazy. Again, I blame the super sperm.

And even though their each the same age, each boy is completely different from the other. Joshua taking after Tony while Jackson and Jayden both take after Grant.

Of course, 3 years after them we wound up with Jonah whose now 7 and Tristen who just turned 6. Our Irish twins as we all like to call them as Alex was the one to spawn both of them and literally back to back. Jonah in January and Tristen in December.

Feeling another contraction hit, I can’t help but feel blessed. My parents having been nothing but helpful including that of Lucus’s parents, and while I’m surrounded by testosterone within the house I wouldn’t change it for anything. The fear of having another girl within our family scary especially if it meant being forced into the dangers I once did. Not wanting a repeat of past events made me thankful I didn’t have one.

And while I might have wished I could, having a little girl to call my own, a part of me says no. That the dangers of the Salvatore family and the Manocchino family are still out there, and I couldn’t bare to put my own daughter into that kind of danger. Which is why, after these babies are born I’m finally getting a hysterectomy. No more breeding for these men. They have more than enough heirs to sate each of them without having more.

Of course, speaking of heirs, my father has finally given me his Mafia throne. Having decided that he and mom needed a life outside the Mafia world that he decided to hand it all over to me. And while I’m grateful that he did, I know deep down, they’ll always remain active within my life and who wouldn’t especially when you have 7 grandsons and 3 more on the way.

Lucus of course, along with each of his brothers still run the Mafia side of things we own. Always looking to expand our empire one day at a time. Even Romano Enterprises have gotten bigger too. As for Jace, he eventually took over for his father and later merged with us to become Lucus’s second in command along with Blake. So now, I see them quiet often which makes me happy.

Meanwhile, Alexis, my uncle and Jace’s father has finally found himself a wife. A pretty young girl by the name of Tatiana or Tanya for short. Russian. They both now travel the world. Only coming home for holidays and birthdays.

I, on the other hand, have become quiet famous over my years. I’m now a successful businesswoman and currently opening my 3rd clothing boutique. People from all over the world come and shop my designs.

Success coming to those who wait. Although being successful doesn’t stop there. No. My sex life if still very much active. Considering we now have 10 children to raise. And while some would think that given the ages of each of my men that life inside the bedroom would stop it most certainly has not.

If anything, it’s only gotten better. My men absolute beasts behind closed doors as they ravage me nightly. My juices always flowing because, why not. With four hot as sin husbands like them there’s never a shortage on sex.

My mind now back on each of my sons. For while there had been talk about the boys, Lucus along with Tony, Grant and Alex had all promised me that they wouldn’t try and force them into the Mafia life. Each of them opting to wait unless it was something they all wanted to do.  But only after college. For now, Elijah and Elis are only learning about business and strategy.

The boys when hitting the age of 10 all begin learning the basics of self-defense and hand to hand combat skills. Including but not limited to how to hold a weapon. Then, when it becomes time, should Elijah and Elis wish to follow within the family business only then will they become the next Dom. Their younger brothers becoming their 2nd in command.

Our car soon reaching the hospital. The doctors and nurses all on standby, each ready to help me with my c-section as I apparently had complicated deliveries which prevented me from doing a natural birth.

My contractions now closer.

Lucus, Grant and Alex each waiting for me as Tony and I both enter the operating room. My body being shifted from one spot to another. Clothes being rearranged as I’m prepped for my last and final delivery.

A nurse soon doing my spinal tap and I’m finally given my happy meds. My men now stationed around my head as we begin the birthing procedure. The children all Lucus’s.

“You ready mama?” asks the doctor who was performing the delivery. My men all excited to know the gender of each baby. A part of me already knowing that it’ll be another set of boys.

“Ready as I’ll ever be” I move to say back. My hands holding Grant and Alex respectively as I continue with my breathing.

“Alrighty then. Here comes baby number one.”

Holding our breaths we all move to wait. The doctor finally speaking. “It’s a boy.” Knew it. My heart fluttering with excitement. The baby soon passed off to get cleaned and changed.

“Okay, here comes baby number two. Make way, it’s another boy” my husbands all cheering. My eyes silently rolling at each of them as the doctor moves to pass off baby number two. Soft cries filling the air.

“Alright. Baby number three,” says the doctor as he moves to grab my third and final child. Anticipation rising as cries fill the air.

“It’s another boy”

Mentally sighing, I knew my curse was finally over. No more psycho’s all trying to claim the next woman within my family. Tears now falling as Lucus and Tony both move to check on the children.

My life officially perfect. With four wonderful husbands and 10 boys. Ares my giant loveable cat, 8 dogs and 3 clothing boutiques I was one happy woman. The rest just perks of being a Mafia wife.

“Hey there mama, wanna see your babies?” asks Lucus as he, Grant and Tony each bring over my cute little bundles of joy. A smile upon my lips as I move to name each one.

“Sebastian Ray” I say pointing a finger over to Lucus. Lucus all smiles as I move towards Grant. “Rhys Summer” another smile soon rising as I then turn my attention towards Tony. My last name for my last child. A thought rising at what I would do. “Marco.”

Pausing in thought, I move to continue. “Marco Desantis.” My men all surprised by the name. a name we haven’t spoken of in years. A name I would now use in honor of my once close friend. A friend who lost his life that day upon my wedding.

“Perfect love. Absolutely perfect. He would be honored in knowing that that’s what you chose to do” whispers Lucus. Grant, Tony and Alex each agreeing as well.

“Thanks. It’s the least I can do to help keep his memory alive.”

*The End.*