“Likewise,” I respond.
“If you and Nico need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” He flashes a charming grin.
Nico pats Ricos arm. “We won’t.”
The powerful, deadly bosses are wrapped in expensive Italian suits. Each mafia boss is handsome and rugged.
Leaving my husband with his friends, I make my way around the reception. Kay is right behind me with a tray loaded down with goodies. I munch on a few delicious hors d’oeuvres as I make my way toward guests. My security detail hangs back a little giving me space.
I dip into the house for a while to use the restroom, freshen up, and relax.
An hour later, I reemerge, waving at the mafia wives en route to the bride and grooms table. It’s time to eat an early dinner. “Dancing and drinking soon,” I yell.
The wives sit around two large round tables.
“You know it,” Ryah shouts back.
Nico stands near my chair. I sink into my seat and he pushes me closer to the table. He leans into my ear, “Don’t you ever tell me you’ll die soon.”
“Nico…”
“No, Serenity,” he growls.
Nico lowers into the seat beside me.
I meet his gaze. “We need to really talk, Nico.”
“We’re leaving in two hours. We’ll talk on our honeymoon.”
My brows raise. “Honeymoon?”
I’d heard about this honeymoon but I figured I’d give him shit about it.
“Yes, we need a week to work out our shit,” Nico admits.
The servers place our plates before us.
“Did Colby Jack call you today?”
“He called yesterday. I don’t have my phone on me. So I don’t know if he called today.”
“Make sure you tell that asshole you’re a married woman now. There’s nothing to talk about with him.”
“Oh yeah? That’s odd, Lucy said she’d be your goomah.”
He chuckles. “What did you tell her?”
Its my turn to lean into his ear. “I told her all those times I tried to kill her in the past were just warnings. If she doesn’t walk away she’ll sit in my torture chamber.” I inch back.
A cocky smirk lifts his handsome lips. “I love when you put women in their place.”
I shake my head. “Nico, we’re married and I won’t entertain other men. I take my vows seriously.”
Nico nuzzles my neck. “You don’t have anything to worry about. I won’t entertain other women.”
His hand caresses my waist. The fire in his cognac eyes tell me he wants to move his hand lower but can’t because of all the tulle.
Our family and friends toasts to us throughout dinner. My heart drums in my throat throughout the day. Due to the powerful people at my wedding any of our enemies could strike.
