Enzo POV
The next morning, I leave Luciana passed out in bed. I really am a lucky ba**ard. I vow to myself to never f**k up again where she is concerned. I could have lost my perfect queen. I make my way to the kitchen before I head to my office. I smile when I see Marjorie and my mother cooking up a storm. "Good morning, mama, Marjorie." "Good morning Don Caruso," Marjorie says as my mother makes her way toward me.
"That isn't necessary in our home Marjorie. You have known me most of my life. Unless we have guests, you call me Enzo like you did when I was a boy." She offers me a grateful smile before turning back to the stove. My mama wraps her arms around my middle, and it takes me back for a moment. Not because she doesn't hug me often, but something about the way she tightens her ho
