Sarah felt a piercing gaze as she noticed Dominic looking her way. His attention was intense, almost overwhelming.
“You’re a nurse?” he repeated, his voice low.
“What can you do that hasn’t already been done?” he added, frustration evident.
“He’s probably hungry,” Sarah suggested softly. “Or he might be looking for comfort.”
“I tried giving him the bottle,” Dominic replied, his voice shaky now. “He won’t take it.”
Sarah took a step towards him. “Sometimes babies who are breastfed struggle to switch to bottles. Was his mother…?”
“She’s no longer with us.”
His tone remained steady, but there was an unmistakable pain in his eyes.
Feeling compassion overriding her initial fear, Sarah whispered, “I’m still producing milk.”
“My daughter passed away six months ago, but my body never stopped.”
Understanding dawned on Dominic as he processed her implication.
“You’re suggesting…?” His voice fell to a hushed tone.
“To nurse my son?”
Her cheeks flushed at the proposal. “Yes, if that’s alright with you.”
A hush fell over the cabin as all eyes turned to them. The formidable Dominic, head of the Romano crime family, contemplated this anxious woman offering an unprecedented gesture of kindness.
Finally, he relaxed his shoulders slightly. “The restroom,” he rasped. “It’s private.”
Marco’s Moment of Calm
As Sarah closed the restroom door, her hands trembled.
“This is wild,” she murmured to herself.
Yet, she skillfully unbuttoned her blouse, moving like a mother on autopilot, knowing that her instincts still prevailed.
Marco eagerly latched on, and Sarah gasped softly—a mixture of pain and relief washed over her.
She let tears flow freely as she softly stroked his delicate cheek. “It’s alright, little one,” she reassured him.
Outside, Dominic stood motionless, fists clenched, absorbed in the miraculous silence that filled the space.
He felt a wave of peace as he witnessed his son’s first calm feeding; it was a moment devoid of anguish.
Fifteen minutes later, as Sarah reemerged with a peacefully sleeping Marco, Dominic almost collapsed from the weight of relief.
“Is he alright?” he whispered.
“He’s doing well,” Sarah affirmed softly. “He fed nicely.”
As she extended her arms to return Marco, Dominic gently grasped her wrist, treating it with reverence.
“May I have your name?”
“Sarah.”
He savored her name as if making a promise. “I owe you a debt.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” she replied.
“In my world,” Dominic murmured, “debts shape our destinies.”
A shiver ran down her spine at the gravity of his words.
“I want to show my gratitude,” he continued, placing a card in her palm. “Dinner, once we land.”
Sarah should have declined, but as their fingers brushed, sparks ignited.
“Just dinner,” she whispered.
Dominic’s lips curled into a captivating smile. “For now.”
A Surprising Visit
Two days later, Sarah was astonished to find a black SUV waiting for her, along with a silent bodyguard to escort her.
The mansion before her resembled a magnificent cathedral, exuding power.
Inside, Dominic awaited her in the nursery. Marco was crying again, weaker this time, causing alarm.
“He refuses to eat,” Dominic said, his voice breaking. “The doctors suggested feeding tubes, but I can’t let him endure that. Please, Sarah, help him.”
She thought about fleeing; she should have screamed.
But the infant’s cries pierced her heart. “I will help him,” she vowed.
“For a week.”
Dominic nodded with determination. “I’ll arrange a contract to ensure your safety here.”
When she held Marco and he calmed instantly against her shirt, Dominic added, “In the ancient families, the woman who feeds the Don’s child is regarded as sacred.”
“What does sacred entail?”
Dominic’s gaze remained fixed on hers. “It signifies that you are under my protection, and my world will deem you as mine.”
Sarah trembled slightly. “That’s not how I perceive it.”
“But that is how they will interpret it.”
Healing Days
Over the next four days, the mansion transformed into an unusual sanctuary for Sarah.
Every three hours, she fed Marco, and the transformation was evident as he regained color, vitality, and life.
Dominic observed each feeding with quiet reverence.
One night, after Marco drifted to sleep, Dominic remarked, “You’ve saved him.”
“I merely nourished him,” she contested.
“You granted him peace.”
Then, more softly, “You bestowed peace upon me as well.”
Sarah’s breath caught in her throat. “Dominic…”
“Stay,” he urged, his voice low.
“Not permanently. Just… stay a while longer.”
She knew she should resist.
Yet she whispered, “I’m afraid.”
“So am I,” he confessed.
He cradled her cheek in his hand. “But I fear life without you even more.”
Then he leaned in and kissed her, slowly, gently—an embrace from a man not accustomed to tenderness.
For the first time in six months, Sarah felt truly alive, which frightened her more than anything.
The Unexpected Assault
On the fourth morning, an explosion rocked the estate.
Gunfire erupted, chaos ensued, and smoke filled the air.
Dominic dashed into the nursery, Marco held tightly to his chest. “They’re attacking the mansion!” he growled. “The Moretti family is after you, Sarah.”
“Me? Why?”
“Because you nursed my son,” Dominic stated grimly. “You’ve become valuable—leverage and a target.”
Before she could respond, another explosion shook the mansion.
Dominic grasped her shoulders firmly. “I will return for you,” he promised. “No matter the outcome.”
Luca, the underboss, quickly led Sarah and Marco to a fortified safe room underground.
But even steel could not withstand the onslaught.
The door buckled, smoke infiltrated the space.
“Run!” Teresa, the housekeeper, urged, pushing Sarah toward a concealed tunnel. “Take the baby!”
With panic coursing through her veins, Sarah ran into the darkness.
Moments later, as she fled through the woods, men seized her.
Victoria’s Scheme
Sarah regained consciousness in an opulent bedroom—held captive.
Victoria Moretti, a rival Don, regarded her with a chilling smile. “You hold immense worth,” he purred. “The sacred wet nurse—the key to dismantling Dominic.”
Fear coursed through Sarah. “You won’t harm Marco.”
“I need the child to remain unharmed,” Victoria conceded. “But you on the other hand?”
His smile was ominous. “You are my leverage.”
As twilight descended, Victoria dragged her to a window. “Take a look,” he purred. “Your Don has arrived.”
Dominic stood in the courtyard, unarmed and vulnerable, hands raised, ready to trade everything for her safety.
“Let them go,” he called out. “I’ll relinquish my empire—everything.”
Sarah’s heart raced. He was prepared to sacrifice everything for her and for Marco.
Victoria laughed sinisterly.
“Eliminate him,” Sarah whispered fiercely. “He’ll retaliate.”
“No,” Victoria replied, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. “First, I will sever what he cherishes.”
He pressed a gun to her head, and Dominic’s expression shifted—
into a fierce monster.
But then Sarah performed the unthinkable.
She turned, biting Victoria’s wrist. The gun discharged wildly.
Dominic surged into action, breaking through the doors with armed men at his heels.
Chaos erupted—gunfire rang out, glass shattered.
Dominic caught Victoria in his grasp. “You dared to touch my family,” he seethed, eyes blazing.
“You violated what is mine!”
He lifted his weapon—
“Dominic, STOP!” Sarah shouted, dispelling the tension.
Dominic halted in place.
“Don’t lose yourself,” she implored. “We need the man, not the beast.”
Slowly, with great effort, Dominic lowered his gun.
“Take him to the Council,” he commanded. “For breaching sacred law.”
As Victoria was dragged away, screaming, Dominic turned to Sarah, visibly shaken.
“I thought I lost you,” he whispered, desperation in his voice. “I would set the world ablaze for you. For him.”
With tenderness, she caressed his face. “You found us.”
He kissed her passionately, like a man desperately tasting life once more.
A Fresh Start
Dominic stepped down from his position as Don, passing the mantle to his cousin.
The Council approved his retirement.
Sarah became officially protected—not through crime, but by the gratitude of the Romano family.
Six months later, in a quaint church in Montana, Sarah walked down the aisle adorned in a simple white dress.
Marco, now a chubby, healthy baby giggling, stood beside Teresa.
Dominic awaited her at the altar, his gaze filled with admiration.
“You saved me,” he murmured as she approached.
“No,” Sarah smiled back. “We saved one another.”
They exchanged vows quietly, legally, and lovingly—a new family forged not through blood or power, but through choice.
That night, under the sprawling Montana skies, Dominic kissed her while softly stating: “Sarah Romano… our son is hungry.”
She chuckled in delight. “Then let’s go feed him.”
As they entered their tranquil home, far removed from chaos and fear, Sarah turned to glance back at the sky, reflecting on the journey that had brought them here.
She whispered to herself, “I’m home.”
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