Rico
I standon the second level of our newest New York club, looking down on the dance floor. Claw and Ash has been a hit. The club has been packed every single night.
I couldn’t have asked for more. In the last two years, I’ve accomplished more than I ever thought I could, and Oni has been right by my side. Uncle Emilio has been true to his word.
First, we took aim at Abato and his bitch daughter. She was so desperate to hide out and get away from Oni she didn’t think twice about the trap she walked into. I still have a good laugh about that one.
I have to say, my uncle is diabolical. The way he had everything stripped from Sullivan and Abato was a thing of beauty. If you ask me, he’s enjoying himself way too much. I’ve been seeing another side of him.
“She’s here. Just walked into the front,” Ed murmurs into my ear, letting me know Oni has arrived.
I nod and take a sip from the drink in my hand. Ed walks back to our group and Al comes up beside me, throwing his arm around my shoulders. However, my focus isn’t on him.
I search the crowd to set eyes on Oni. I find Mario, then Oni comes into view behind him. If I’m not with Oni, Mario is.
My heart stops when I find her moving through the thrashing bodies on the dance floor. She gets more beautiful with each day. I never thought I could love this woman more than I already did.
However, I’m crazy about her and grow more obsessed every day. She’s been growing her hair out over the last year. It’s now long enough to brush her shoulders.
I love it, although I miss having access to her tat. I can no longer kiss the skin covered with that alluring ink without having to move her hair out of the way.
“Bro, this wedding needs to happen. Look at your face. She’s killing that dress, you know,” Al says in my ear.
I grunt. She is killing that off-the-shoulder black bodycon dress. I’m growing hard watching her move through the crowd.
We’re definitely fucking. I can’t wait to have those gold heels wrapped around my neck. Al is right, this month needs to be over.
I can’t wait until our wedding. The day I get to call her my wife is going to be the greatest day of my life.
I can’t take my eyes off her as she climbs the stairs leading to me and the VIP, where our crew is. I say our crew because our guys have become one. The guys who came over from Italy have blended in with my guys.
Since Oni and I do everything together, it works. We are the definition of a power couple. You fuck with one, you’re fucking with us both.
“Hey, handsome,” she sings as she gets to me.
I wrap my arms around her and take her lips. A deep groan rises in my chest as I devour her mouth. Pushing my hand into the back of her hair, I tug her head back to kiss her deeper.
“Get a room,” Ed taunts.
I break the kiss as I smile down at her. Her eyes are sparkling as she looks back at me. I flex my fingers against her ass in a promise for later tonight.
“It’s not our fault you can’t find anyone willing to sleep with you,” Oni tosses back at my cousin.
“Oh,” the rest of us croon.
“If I didn’t love you like a sister … never mind,” he snorts when I glare at him.
“Come on, these shots aren’t going to drink themselves. We have a ton to celebrate. Our crew is killing it,” Al calls out.
He’s right, we do have a lot to celebrate. We’re the top earners for the past year. We’ve opened several new ventures, and they’ve all been successful.
On top of all that, our wedding is coming. I couldn’t be happier with my life. My uncle and I have even been cordial with one another. I haven’t forgiven him, but I’m not as pissed as I used to be.
He even offered to walk Oni down the aisle. I know my father would have if he hadn’t. In fact, Oni refused Uncle Emilio and asked Pop instead.
She told him it was to keep the peace with her mom. I think she was being honest, but I saw the flicker of hurt in my uncle’s eyes. It was then that I realized how much he cares about Oni.
“Where’s Emilia?” Oni asks, cutting into my thoughts.
