Her chest rose and fell in harsh pants. “What about us pretending we don’t know each other?”
“We don’t have to know each other for me to consummate our marriage. Maybe Leandro Neretti takes what he wants, including his new wife’s cunt.”
“Maybe he didn’t have to take it because Andrea Caruso gets what she wants, and she wanted that Neretti monster cock,” she threw back at me.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered, to which Drea giggled.
My phone started going off in my jacket pocket. I would’ve ignored it if it hadn’t been Rafe’s ringtone. “I gotta take this.”
“Must be somebody really important to distract you from your wife’s pussy.”
“Don’t move,” I instructed as I slid the bar to answer the phone. “Hello?”
“Hey, I’m at the airport. I just wanted to let you know I was going to have the men take Drea’s belongings for the honeymoon off and leave them in the hangar.”
“Wait, you’re taking the jet?”
“Yeah, to Sicily.”
Grimacing, I asked, “Shit. What’s going down now?” Most of my father’s family still lived in Sicily, so we had a lot of business interests there as well as enemies.
“Maeve is in Catania.”
Relief echoed through me. “That’s where Caterina’s convent was.”
“I know. Maeve is there.”
I sucked in a breath. “Oh shit, did she join up with the sisters?”
Rafe laughed. “No. She’s just been staying there because it’s the last place anyone would’ve thought to look for her.”
“That makes sense. But how did you find out?”
“Kellan told me.”
As the only person who knew Maeve’s whereabouts, Kellan had done an amazing job keeping them well hidden. Of course, after everything that had transpired today at the wedding, I guess he knew it was safe to give up the info.
“Wait. If you have our jet, how the hell are Drea and I supposed to go on our honeymoon?”
“Why can’t you take Caruso’s?”
“Do you honestly think Edoardo is going to lift a finger for me?”
“You can always fly commercial.”
“That’s like suggesting you drive a minivan after owning a sports-car.”
“Too bad you have the reception, or you could just come with me.”
Ah, yes, the fucking reception that was the bane of my existence. Hours of being trapped with Edoardo and his family. Hours of pretending not to love my bride. The cheesy toasts. The traditional feast. The forced smiling.
Fuck that. “I just thought of a way to piss my new father-in-law off even more.”
“Jesus, Leo, the man shot me today. Do you really want to poke the bear?”
Gazing down at Drea’s still exposed pussy, I knew I wasn’t changing my mind. “We’re skipping the reception.”
“You’re skipping your reception?” Rafe asked at the same time Drea demanded, “Wait, what are we doing?”
