For Cam (Chicago Syndicate Book 4)

by Naomi, Soraya

  Giddy like a schoolgirl, I bound up the stairs and spot an exquisite floor-length ivory satin gown draped on the bed. I get out of my jeans and into the dress. It’s figure-hugging, but after some struggle, I get it zipped in the back. The gown shows off my hourglass figure, which is a bit skewed at the moment with my huge behind and my six-month baby bump, but when I stand in front of the mirror, I note that it’s gorgeous. My arms are bare, but the neckline is high and straight and my breasts are still as flat as ever, so there’s no need for a bra. Fortunately, the fabric around my waist doesn’t feel tight, and at my knees, the skirt widens in a mermaid cut. Then I discover a pair of bohemian ivory-crystal sandals on the floor next to the bed. Luckily, Adriano remembered that I hate wearing any kind of heels since I’ve been pregnant.

  After stepping into the flats, I go back downstairs, grab my phone from the kitchen counter, and take the elevator down. And when I get to the lobby, there’s a white stretch limousine waiting at the front entrance.

  “Have a great night. Cam,” the receptionist greets and gives me a thumbs-up.

  “Thanks!” I say as a swoosh of fresh April air hits my cheeks. It’s so odd that I missed the entire winter season and it’s already spring.

  But in that moment, the weather is the last thing on my mind as it focuses only on Adriano when he strolls up to the limo, awaiting me in a tailored black tuxedo that’s complemented with a bow-tie, his beard neatly trimmed and his hair in a perfect mess. Every inch of Adriano’s tall frame unquestionably radiates raw power and leashed sensuality. And even though I’m not short, without my heels, he towers over me, and I love that.

  Chivalrously, he presses a kiss to my cheek. “You look absolutely beautiful, angelo mio.”

  “So do you. Were you waiting for me down here?”

  His lips curl up, and then he opens the door of the limo. “Yes.”

  I slide inside, and he follows suit.

  The driver starts the engine without any instructions.

  “Where are we going?” I throw my phone onto the back seat and dramatically lie back in the large space, perking my brows suggestively.

  Adriano grins as his eyes roam up my body, and he shifts on top of me, bracing himself against the seat and door handle. “If I tell you, then it’s not a surprise anymore.”

  Twining my arms around his neck, I pull his face close to mine. “Fine.” And I brush my lips against his as he starts to move his hips against me. A fierce longing fissures through me with an almost painful prickling, but I can’t spread my legs in this dress, so we both groan and laugh.

  “I didn’t think this through,” he says around a boyish smile. “I can’t get to your pussy for a quickie in this dress.”

  “That thought actually crossed my mind,” I admit. “How perverse are we?”

  “I love us,” he comments in a tender tone. Yet his voice is rough as it titillates my senses.

  “Me too.”

  The limo pulls to a stop, and Adriano jumps out, bowing gracefully and holding out his hand to assist me.

  “Why, thank you, sir,” I mock, and place my hand in his. But when I look up, I frown. “The hospital?” I peer over at him in questionable disappointment.

  In turn, he simply chuckles and entwines our hands, leading the way inside. “Just wait and see.”

  “This started out really good, but...” I tease, too curious as to what exactly we’re doing here.

  We take the elevator to the tenth floor.

  Smiling, he stops in front of my obstetrician’s office door. “Cam, we’re catching up on lost time. It’s after Halloween, and we’re going to the doctor’s office.”

  Inside, my OB/GYN, Dr. Harper, is expecting me.

  “Hey, Cam,” she greets, looking up from the papers she was reading on her desk. “So, congratulations. You’re pregnant!”

  At first, I’m a bit dazed, but then I realize what’s happening. Adriano’s recreating the moment I missed.

  My heart skips a beat, and I mouth, “Thank you,” to him before I play along, and he throws me a wink.

  “What? I’m pregnant!” I rest my palms on my cheeks and look at Adriano in feigned shock.

  He barks out a laugh. “Good thing you’re not an actress.”

  “Shut it,” I counter, and my attention shifts to the doctor when she hands me a hospital gown.

  “Are you ready for the ultrasound? You can change in the next room, and I’ll be with you in five minutes.”

  I take the gown, and with Adriano’s help, I change in the other room and lie down on the exam table next to the ultrasound machine.

  Adriano twines my fingers with his.

  “This is going to feel a bit cold,” Dr. Harper says as she preps, since I don’t know the drill.

  Apparently, I had an ultrasound during my comatose period, and I’ve only seen one blurry picture.

  I gasp just as she swipes the gel over my stomach and presses the device against my skin.

  “This is a 3D ultrasound, so you’ll see a pretty good picture of your baby.” She pushes some buttons.

  The screen starts to flicker, and then the baby’s steady heartbeat is heard. Adriano and I lock eyes at the exact same second, and he lifts our entwined hands to peck my knuckles, wearing a huge grin that’s similar to mine. But when she zooms in on the baby’s head, we’re both transfixed by the clear image of our child with some hair on his head, including eyebrows and eyelashes.

  “Is...she sucking her thumb?” Adriano asks in the sweetest tone I’ve ever heard from him; he’s completely awed.

  “Yes, the baby is,” the doctor answers. “This is a period of tremendous growth for the baby. It’s been growing muscle and is getting stronger every day.”

  “I feel that she’s moving around more energetically, particularly when I try to sleep,” I comment.

  “Yes, the baby is much more active during this time. He or she turns from side to side and head over heels. You’ll be getting bigger much more quickly now.” She pauses and asks us, “Do you want to know the sex?”

  “Yes!” Adriano and I both answer at the same time.

  I watch him while she speaks, because I know he’s hoping very badly for a certain outcome.

  “You’re having a girl,” she cheers, and Adriano’s eyes light up.

  His dark gaze is obliterated by this wonderful news. “I knew it! Our baby girl.” Then his voice drops to a whisper, “I’ve hoped and prayed that I’d get to share this moment with you.”

  The doctor interrupts us as she wipes my stomach clean. “I’ll give you some privacy. Cam, I have an appointment with you next week, so I’ll see you then.”

  “Thank you, Dr. Harper,” I reply without even looking at her.

  When we’re alone, Adriano nuzzles me.

  “You got your wish,” I say.

  “I can’t wait to see my miniature Cam,” he utters.

  “She could still resemble you.”

  “No, I want a girl that looks exactly like you,” he insists, nipping my jaw before he leans back and takes out a rectangular black velvet jewelry box. “For you.”

  I click it open, finding a soft pink-ivory pearl bracelet with a diamond-crested clasp. “Oh, it’s so pretty. Thank you.”

  I hold it up, and Adriano fastens it around my wrist.

  “What if it was a boy?” I ask.

  A sardonic twitch appears at the corner of his mouth. “I have a baby blue bracelet in my other pocket.”

  I shake my head, laughing, but the mood changes when the gown slips off my shoulder.

  “Now,” Adriano says, “I want to celebrate with a quickie since you’re out of that dress. Come here.” He hastens me to sit up, his hands maneuvering my motion.

  “Oh no, she’s going to hear us!”

  But he disregards my protest and forces my legs apart, stripping my gown and leaving me in my lace panties. “Then you’ll just have to be really quiet.”

  “As if you can be quiet.”

  “Wanna
bet...” His mouth finds mine, and he sucks at my tongue greedily, causing me to moan.

  In a flash, he tears off my panties.

  “Now I’ll be naked underneath my dress.”

  “Good.” He unbuttons his pants and is already fully erect.

  Roughly, he pulls me close and guides my legs around his hips as his pants fall open and I shove down his boxers. Adriano’s hand slips between my ass cheeks and down to my center from behind, rubbing me fiercely as he coaxes my mouth open with his. My body is on fire with sensations.

  “I fucking love how wet you always are for me,” he groans against my lips.

  Then he hooks my knees over his arms while he positions the head of his arousal between my legs, rubbing me violently, and I lean back on my elbows as he drives inside completely. We both moan, but mine is loud, and a smirk flashes across his lust filled face. He bends forward, spreading me wide, and pumps into me.

  “Cam...” He speaks my name in a breathless whisper.

  And I relax as he compels me to take him deeper, pushing inside while he sucks my nipple, and I groan loudly.

  “Shhh,” he implores, glancing toward the door.

  “Oh god, that’s good,” I whimper as he circles his hips, straining to stay in control.

  I throw my head back, keeping his cock deep inside, but he orders in a dominant tone, “Look at me.” And he possessively mashes his mouth against mine as our breaths mingle.

  It’s so illicit for him to be fucking me in this exam room while he’s wearing his tux and I’m entirely naked.

  “Ah, hmmm,” I can’t get out much more because his hand is behind my neck, sealing his mouth to mine as he kisses me aggressively, thank god, because I swear, I scream wildly.

  Whimpering and mewing, I come, shuddering uncontrollably, my thighs gripping his hips as he releases my knee and clutches the curve of my waist, pulling me forward onto his cock as he drives into me feverishly.

  “Fuck, Cam,” he growls low, riding me hard as he comes and kissing my jaw and throat before he collapses on top of me as my elbows give out.

  And I stroke the back of his head while our breathing settles.

  “I’ll clean you before the doctor catches us.” He bites my nipple, making me squeal.

  Adriano gets a towel from the dispenser above the sink in the corner of the room and gently cleans me. As I get off the table, he smacks my ass.

  “God, I love how your ass is growing.”

  I take my ivory dress that’s draped over a chair and step into it. “I don’t.”

  He just laughs at me and dismisses my insecurity. “You look absolutely beautiful and radiant, Cam. And you’re going to ride me later...”

  That’s true because I’m horny all the time with this pregnancy. Then I turn and motion to Adriano to zip me up. He rakes his knuckles up my bare back and slowly closes the zipper. Pressing his lips against my neck, he inhales deeply, and my eyes fall closed as his arms come around my shoulders. Such a cherished moment of tranquility.

  However, Dr. Harper intrudes, and after we say our goodbyes, we make our way out of the hospital. I’ve seen enough of this place.

  I also want to surprise Adriano, so I ask, “Can we make an extra stop before we go home?”

  “Home?” he repeats in a stunned voice. “We’re not going home. The night has just begun. I didn’t dress up for only a visit to the hospital.” He sweeps me into his arms right in front of the limousine. “I’m giving you back the time you lost; all the time you lost. So our night is moving along through the months, Cam.”

  “Oh my god, that’s so sweet.” I feel the urge to cry from my hormones, and I purse my lips, trying to hold back the tears. He’s planning to give me all those treasured moments I lost, allowing me to relive them with him.

  Adriano laughs and presses a soft kiss onto the tip of my nose.

  “It’s my hormones,” I offer sheepishly, crying and smiling simultaneously.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. I know it bothers you that you lost those four months. But you didn’t; that’s what I’m showing you.”

  “I’m really excited, but I still want to make an extra stop, if we can?”

  His brows pull together. “Where?”

  “To Nixon’s shop.”

  Immediately, Adriano realizes what I mean, but he’s lost in thought for a second before he says, “It’s about damn time. I was going to tattoo it on you in your sleep if you didn’t mention it soon.”

  “Um, I wouldn’t put it past you to actually do that.”

  Amusement twists his sensual mouth before he turns around to the car. “Let’s go then.”

  ***

  After I get my wedding ring tattooed on my finger in the exact same black metallic ink as Adriano’s, I’m eyeing it when we’re back in the limo.

  “But mine reads Adriano while you only have three letters of my name, just Cam.”

  “I could add the illa, but it would have to be added after the My angel then,” he replies dryly. “It’s good that you have my entire name so people can’t mistake that you belong to me.” He tucks me into his side.

  “And you to me.”

  He whispers against my temple, “Si, sempre.” Yes, forever.

  Snuggling into him, I wonder what’s coming next but figure out that we’re on the way to James’s house when I recognize the route we’re driving.

  “If you don’t tell me, I won’t ride you tonight,” I harass him to tell me more, looking up into his face.

  He examines me closely for a moment, making me think he’s going to surrender, before his mouth turns up into a smirk. “Oh, you will ride me.”

  “Tsk, tsk...Never mind. I already know where we’re going. I just don’t know what we’re going to do.”

  Adriano pulls me tighter into his side and offers, “We just found out that we’re pregnant. And now, we’re going to celebrate with our families.”

  The driver brakes in the driveway of James’s mansion, and we head up the steps to the front entrance where my father, who’s also dressed up in his suit, greets me.

  “You look lovely, Cam.” James hugs me, and then Rosalia appears in an amazing rose-colored strapless gown that flows to the floor.

  “Happy Thanksgiving!” She folds her arms around me.

  “What?”

  Adriano explains, “At this stop, we’re celebrating Thanksgiving and the pregnancy.’

  “Oh, we’re celebrating two more things that I missed,” I almost cheer.

  The one thing I still feel pangs of regret over is missing so many months. It was odd to wake up feeling like I was in the same time period and finding out the world around me had changed. That aspect has been difficult to cope with, especially since I also found out I was pregnant and had missed four months of my pregnancy. I’ve told Adriano about this, and tonight, he’s giving me the impossible; he’s turned back time for me.

  I grip Adriano hands, a bit astounded, but the good kind of astounded this time, as we walk through the foyer into the dining room where a lot of familiar faces are waiting for us. I was just expecting our Mafia family, but the room is packed with everyone we know. Even Adriano’s parents are here. I don’t think they’ve ever set foot in this house.

  Alessa comes up to me, looking as gorgeous as Rosalia with the same sleek, long black hair. “Cam, how was the ultrasound?”

  “We could see the baby almost entirely. Show her—” But Adriano’s already presenting the sonogram to Luca and Fallon.

  “Oh, so cute!” Fallon exclaims, righting her champagne-colored dress that hangs off one shoulder.

  Adriano looks at me, and we share another private moment. We can communicate with simply a glance, and right now, I sense that he’s just as elated as I am.

  “Are you hungry?” Alessa asks.

  “Always,” Adriano mumbles, and I elbow him, so he pinches my ass.

  “Well, we have a huge turkey.” She motions to the table where a delicious looking turkey is plated in the center, surr
ounded by tons of dishes of vegetables and antipasti.

  The aroma wafting around the room is absolutely appetizing, and I greet all our friends and family on the way toward our seats. My closest family members are all sitting at the head of the table, starting with James and Alessa.

  Sophia attempts to rise, but I place my hand on her shoulder and bend down to kiss her cheek. “Hey, Sophia.”

  “You look so beautiful, Camilla,” she offers in an amiable tone.

  We’re not each other’s favorite person, because we’re both possessive of Adriano, and I still don’t like the little stunt she pulled with Serena, but at least, she’s trying, and so am I. For Adriano, I’ll accept his overbearing mother. She does truly love her son and will spoil our child rotten. I’m sure of that.

  “Camilla, my daughter.” Adriano’s father cups my cheeks lovingly.

  His father is so kind, always taking care of everyone; I can tell Adriano inherited that quality from him.

  “I’m so glad you’re here,” I say.

  “Silly girl, I’ll always celebrate with my grandchild. How are you feeling?”

  “I’m feeling really good,” I confess honestly, and he enfolds me in a fatherly hug.

  “That makes this old man happy, my child. Because you make my son very happy.”

  “Thank you.”

  We pull apart before I get too sentimental.

  Fallon, Luca, Carmine, and Logan are seated around or opposite me. Before I take my seat, I pass Logan and slap the back of his head inconspicuously when I notice that he’s in a stare-off with Rosalia.

  Shocked, he whips his head around just as I whisper, “I saw that.”

  A lazy grin works its way across his face, and he leans back in his chair, popping an olive into his mouth.

  Adriano holds out my chair, and I claim my seat next to Fallon. Then Adriano sits down on my other side.

  “So...” James rises and starts, “Cam, Adriano, can we know what you’re having?”

  Adriano’s overjoyed expression betrays we’re having a girl, and when Luca and Adriano glance at each other, I realize that Luca already knows.

  He extends his arm across the back of my chair and stares thoughtfully into my eyes. “We’re having a baby girl.”