Dante

I have no intention of bringing one into the world and risking it. I don't want them to live in my hell and inherit the same fate that befell me.

Those are my fears. Maybe deep down, very deep down, I do want an heir, a lion, or, as Ivan says, a little devil. Someone who carries my blood. And who better than a child of my beautiful wildcat? Nevertheless, I've already decided not to have any. Being a father is not in my plans, neither in the future nor ever. I don't want to take the risk of her getting pregnant. That's why I need to talk to her and come to an agreement on this matter. She'll keep taking something. I don't know, maybe I'll take her to a doctor or something, so we can continue to have a satisfying and worry-free sexual life.

The days passed, and the day came for the trip to Morocco. Ivan won't be joining me, only Enzo, Franco, and his men. Ivan insisted he should go, but I told him I needed him more in Italy and New York. Leo will stay in Italy, arranging some ship