Accardi (Genevieve and Matteo) by Allison Franklin novel Chapter 146

Epilogue

Five years later

Gen leaned over the kitchen island on her elbows, picking at the last croissant from breakfast, while the news aired the story about the Royale from the night before. She smiled as her family appeared on the screen, the four of them smiling as the cameras followed them up the red carpet. She could hear them now, down the hall.

Matteo was attempting to get Elisa down for her nap and keep Antonio from getting her riled up again. She glanced around at the mess from their breakfast. Jelly was smeared across the island, crumbs littered the floor and flour still coated the counter behind her from

when Antonio and Matteo had started the croissants while the ladies slept in.

The news on the tv switched to a rundown on sports and Gen decided she needed to get to work on the dishes. Laughter rang out from

down the hall, filling her heart and soul with a joy she couldn’t quantify. She loved Sundays. Sundays were for the family. No business, no

errands, no plans, just the four of them together at home. As she started to clean, her mind drifted to what she needed to get done the

rest of the week.

Gen had a meeting with Charlotte coming up so they could discuss yet another expansion of the company in Atlanta with Lauren at the

helm. After the debacle five years ago, Matteo convinced her to open a new branch of the accounting firm in New York. She agreed so

long as she could operate the company from the same building Accardi Industries was housed. Since then Gen had taken on several multi-

million dollar accounts including Conor’s rapidly growing security firm and Emmett O’Brien’s new venture into technology. She’d taken

Kaitlin with her, promoting her to Office Administrator. Gen had been her matron of honor the year before when Kaitlin had married

Alexander.

Under the table, Gen helped her husband with the family’s dirty money though no one else besides Frankie, Louis and Leo were privy to that information. Matteo had taken the events that occurred when they met seriously. Since then he’d become very strict in who was

brought into private matters.

At the forefront of her to-do list for the week, however, wasn’t the meeting with her business partner, it was with the Royale. There were contracts to double check, women to interview and businessmen chomping at the bit to get their prizes. Her days would be filled with a combination of numbers and swaddling of mafia men who hadn’t gotten their way in the auction. She wasn’t worried. Her husband had made sure everyone in New York and beyond knew that his family was untouchable. He’d kept his promise. She was safe with him. All of them were.

Firm, calloused hands touched her waist and Genevieve suddenly realized the apartment was quiet. She set her hands on the edge of the counter as Matteo’s lips trailed down her neck and his teeth grazed her shoulder sending a current of heat down her spine and through her stomach. His right hand dipped into her robe, pulling the knot loose with nothing more than a thought. His fingers slid under the band of her panties and she let her head fall back against his shoulder as they creased between her folds.

She raised her hand to lock her arm behind his neck as he pulled her panties down. He pushed her forward and she released her hold as he slid his sweatpants down just enough. His hard length slid between her heat and entered her in one fluid movement. Genevieve inhaled but was careful to not make a sound. Both of them were. She leaned forward, her arms getting coated in flour as he thrust slowly into her. His hands pulsed against her waist, wanting to take more but knowing if he went too fast she wouldn’t be able to hold back her moans.

His breathing became shallow, her fingers sought traction as he tried to bring them to a quick release. Their little jaunt in the bathroom

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at the Royale, a slutty tradition of sorts, had done nothing to quell the raging desire both of them felt at seeing each other in their finest clothes. She pictured him as he looked last night in a tuxedo, the bow tie crooked, his pants around his ankles on the bathroom floor as counter earlier that morning, his cheeks covered in he’d fucked her against the wall. She remembered him as he’d looked at the kitchen cour flour from Antonio flinging the stuff into the air with a violent shriek of pure joy. Her pussy clenched at the thought of Matteo’s gentle smile as he tried to teach his son to not do something while not having a clear reason why.

“Oh, fuck,” Matteo whispered behind her.

He drove into her, his pace quickening as her pussy clenched against him. A dozen more thrusts and he halted. Her orgasm slid through her as his cum coated her walls. It wasn’t earth shattering, it wasn’t scream-inducing. Instead it was familiar, toe-curling, completing in a way that could only be done between partners who knew every inch of each other’s bodies and could play them with only a few minutes

to spare.

Matteo pulled out of her and readjusted her panties a few moments before Antonio came running down the hall, his socked feet thudding along the carpet. Matteo kissed her shoulder before he stepped back and pretended as though he’d been in there helping her clean the

kitchen rather than making her tremble with pleasure.

“Daddy, daddy!” Antonio called. “I read Elisa a story and she fell right to sleep!”

Antonio ran into Matteo’s arms and he whisked him off the floor and spun him around as he always did. “That’s my boy. Such a good big

brother. Thank you, Buddy.”

“Mommy!” Antonio called. “I did just as you asked. I helped Daddy put Elisa to bed.”

“I heard, Sweetheart. Thank you so much. Do you want to watch some tv while we wait for your uncles and aunties to get here?”

“Yeah!”

“Daddy, can you help me out and turn his show on please?” Gen asked, walking up to her husband with sultry eyes. He hadn’t shaved yet that morning and his hair was still partially coated in flour. Five years of aging had only made the man more handsome, if it were possible. A single streak of grey ran through his hair making him seem more refined, more distinguished.

Matteo’s golden-green eyes became hooded and he licked his lips while readjusting Antonio on his hip. “I thought I just got done helping Mommy with something.”

“If you help me out with this, I’ll help you with something later tonight,” she promised, Antonio completely oblivious to what his parents were talking about.

“The kids are going to Grandpa’s tonight, remember?” he reminded her, one brow raised in challenge.

“Exactly and if you do this for me, maybe I can make tonight extra special.”

“Daddy,” Antonio whined, pulling at Matteo’s collar.

“Just a second, Nio. Mommy and I are negotiating,” Matteo told his son. “Here.” Matteo set him down. “Go to the couch and I’ll be right

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there.”

“Okay!” Antonio said, running off toward the living room.

Matteo took a few steps forward, trapping her against the counter. He placed both palms on either side of her and leaned close. “What are

your terms?” he asked.

“Turn on the tv and help me clean up and get ready for everyone to come over,” she said, crossing her arms.

Normally they wouldn’t have people over on a Sunday but her girls from Boston were visiting and so they’d made an exception. They were throwing a huge potluck and invited people from each part of their intertwined lives. The apartment would be filled to the brim with

smiles, stories and children of varying ages.

“Hmmm,” Matteo dropped his mouth to kiss her shoulder. “And what do I get for all of this hand lending?”

“What do you want?”

“I think you know.”

“I think you need to say it.”

“We haven’t waved the white flag in a while,” he said, his smile so tempting she nearly gave in.

Instead she shook her head. “I was thinking of something else.”

“What’s that?”

She looked to the living room where Antonio was watching them from over the top of the couch patiently waiting for his dad to turn the

TV to his favorite show. “Elisa is nearly two.”

“Yes, she is,” he agreed.

Gen waited,

His eyebrows shot up. “Oh?”

Gen nodded.

He smiled. Matteo took her face in his hands and kissed her. She clung desperately to his shoulders, the idea of growing their family setting her blood to a dangerously high heat. His tongue fought against hers and she tightened her fingers in his hair in response. She felt small hands pulling at her robe and a moment later a little boy fitted himself between their two bodies. Antonio pushed against Matteo’s thighs until he reluctantly stepped back. The moment he did, Antonio spun around and held his arms up, asking for Gen to pick him up. She shook her head and picked up her far too large son as he gave his father the stink eye.

“Well?” Gen asked with a raised brow and a hop as she readjusted Antonio on her hip. “Do you agree to my terms or not?”

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Matteo continued to give his son a fake look of annoyed jealousy, “Fine,” he agreed, turning away to head for the living room. Antonio squirmed until Gen let him down so he could race after his father. “But tomorrow, after our meeting,” Matteo added as he picked up the remote and leveled her with a look. “We’re whipping out the white flag.”

“White flag? Are we playing capture the flag tomorrow, Daddy?” Antonio asked as he got comfortable on the couch.

Matteo chuckled. “No, we’re not playing capture the flag.”

“Then what are you doing?”

“Nothing, Bud, I’ll tell you when you’re older,” Matteo said with a wink toward Gen.

“No you most certainly will not!” she yelled.

A moment later the baby monitor lit up, telling them Elisa had woken. Gen sighed.

“Uh oh,” Antonio said with a shake of his head in disapproval. “Mommy broke the rule. No yelling while Elisa is sleeping.”

“Yep, looks like she did,” Matteo said with a shake of his own head that would prove to any stranger the two of them were perfect clones of each other. He set the remote down and walked toward the hallway to help his daughter back to sleep. “Looks like Mommy is going to

get a spankin’ tonight too,” he called over his shoulder.

“Uh oh,” Antonio said again, turning to face the TV. “It’s okay, Mommy. I won’t let Daddy spank you.”

“Thank you, Sweetheart,” Gen said, placing her elbows back on the kitchen island so she could watch her firstborn laugh at the antics of a

cartoon dog and forget about Matteo’s threats along with those posed by outside forces. Today was Sunday. A day for family. A day for

them. And she wanted a thousand more.

Authors Note:

I cannot believe we’ve reached the end! Thank you to all of you who have read up to this point. Your continued support is absolutely

mind-boggling to me. I never thought I would be here, completing my second published book with so many wonderful viewers such as

yourself. Gen and Matteo’s story continues through the second book in the “A Don by Any Other Name” series which follows Matteo’s

second, Frankie and is titled, “Donati.” I’ll post a sneak peek through this novel in early November when it’s been posted so you know it’s

available. If you’d like to stay up to date on upcoming projects, please follow me on social at allisonthenovelist! Thank you again!!!

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