Epilogue

**Salvatore Dalla**


Two years later


“Come on, love, please.” Amapola's voice pulls me out of my daydreams.
“I’m not sure we should, mi amore.”
“You won’t hurt me, Salvatore, please, let’s enjoy the moment while Filipo is sleeping. Let’s go into the water.”
“So it’s not just a dip in the sea you want, Mrs. Dalla Costa?” I pull her onto my lap, pushing the laptop aside.
“You know it’s not, and soon you’ll be forty days without touching me, so you better take advantage while you can,” she says, smiling, and I can’t help but smile back.
I cover our little one with a blanket before following the beautiful woman with her huge belly as she runs ahead toward the water.
Palermo has become our private sanctuary; we've been coming here every weekend since we got married.
A month after our engagement, Amapola discovered she was pregnant. We believe our son Filipo was conceived on the same night we reconciled. I almost freaked out; I thought I wasn't good enough to take care of a child, but all that changed when he was born.
We got married two months after the engagement. I had plans to not take too long, but her pregnancy sped up the process, and I was grateful because Amapola was already showing signs that she would take her time with the wedding, wanting perfection in every detail, but for me, it was perfect.
Just having her by my side would have been enough, but she did everything she had always dreamed of, and the party was in the newspapers for weeks.
Her father decided to continue living here in Palermo, and that was enough for her to make it clear that she would be here every weekend. As for me, I could only adapt my routine to always be with her.
Filipo’s birth was magical, and if I believed Amapola had transformed me, I was definitely not prepared for the little one.
Even so young, I could see so much of myself in him and so much of his mother as well. He could shape me with his little hands, and I would do anything to always have his smile on his face. I had become a giullare in front of them, but I didn’t mind at all, as long as only they had access to this side of me.
Being a father had been so wonderful that when Filipo turned seven months old, I convinced Amapola to get pregnant again. Knowing that she was carrying another piece of me inside her left me ecstatic.
It was a girl; I would have a little version of Amapola running around the house. In about two months, our little Paola would be with us to complete our happiness.
I kiss the head of the little one who sleeps peacefully after tiring himself out running on the sand. Just like his mother, he loves this place, and we have already made it our sanctuary of happiness.
Every time we pass through the castle gates, as Amapola says, I shed the mafioso and wear only the version I keep for them, a Salvatore that no one ever suspected existed.
“Are you coming soon?” Amapola shouts, already immersed in the water.
“I was already on my way, amore mio,” I say as I reach her, pressing her body against mine and eliciting a squeal from her.
“I was anxious,” she whines.
“You always are, mia bella.”
“It’s the pregnancy hormones.”
“Don’t blame them, mio amore; we both know you always get all hot and bothered when I’m around.” I bring my hand to her warm core; I know exactly what she needs.
“Hmm,” she moans as my finger invades her.
It didn’t take long for my finger to be replaced by my cock. In a perfect rhythm of movements and moans, our bodies rocked and connected, becoming one until we were enveloped in the mist of pleasure that exploded as we came once again. Our bodies loved each other just as our minds, hearts, and souls did.
Amapola was like that; she surrendered herself to me without any fear or reservations, and that’s why I did the same for her. I was as devoted and surrendered to her as she said she was to me.
So all she had to do was ask, and I would bring the world to her feet. I was satisfied because she always made it clear that her world was just me and our children; we were all that mattered to her.
She didn’t judge any of my actions; she knew who I had to be outside our home, but she also knew I would always come back to her, attentive to her needs and focused on making them happy, because the simple fact that they existed made me the happiest man in the world, even if I didn’t deserve so much.
I realized I hadn’t truly lived until I saw myself reflected in someone’s eyes, and that someone was Amapola. She saved my essence, something I didn’t even know existed but that was there, hidden inside me, and I loved her even more for it.
To everyone else, I was still the Beast Dalla Costa, but to Amapola and my children, I would forever be just Salvatore, a passionate man who would do anything to see them happy.


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