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He reached out and took my hand bringing it to his lips before laying a cold kiss on my flesh. I giggled uncomfortably at the action, and I knew I sounded like a stupid little girl.
“How charming that you two would choose my Francesca’s wedding as your first outing,” Lorenzo said.
His tone was jovial, but there was something about his eyes, which made me nervous. Though he was smiling, it didn’t quite reach those dark orbs of his, and I got the sense that despite his show of chivalry, he wasn’t happy with my presence.
“What better way to celebrate our union than to give our blessing over your daughter’s,” Dom said.
The authority in his voice was one I was familiar with, and from the way that Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed, he picked up on the fact that Dom thought he should be honored by our presence.
“This space is lovely,” I said, interjecting myself in between the two men. “Did your daughter choose the decorations herself?”
Lorenzo’s focus returned to me. “Francesca will be happy to hear that. I tried to talk her out of all these flowers. Who needs so many roses?”
I bit my lip to stop from laughing. Lorenzo might be a member of a dangerous mafia family, but he was also just a silly father at his daughter’s wedding, and I knew how to deal with papas.
“Well, it’s lovely,” I said. “And we are so honored to have been invited. I’ll have to be sure to thank Francesca personally.”
Lorenzo sputtered for a bit. He might not like me, but I was the wife of the Don, and my taking an interest in his daughter would be a boon in any other circumstance. I wasn’t dumb. I might have been naive, but I knew how things inside the families worked.
Women played a role. It might have been behind the scenes, but I had watched my mom influence the Bratva for years. She was arguably just as powerful as my father’s right hand.
“I’m sure that Francesca would be honored, right?” Dom asked.
My head swelled at his words. He was backing me up, which was a big deal. His words were adding legitimacy to my position as his wife.
Lorenzo swallowed before he answered. “I’m sure that she would be honored.”
Dom nodded.
For a moment, we stood there, no one willing to give up their position of power. Finally, Lorenzo realized that we were holding up the rest of the guests from getting to their seats, and he moved aside.
“Enjoy the wedding,” he said before allowing us to walk to our seats.
“That didn’t go as poorly as it could have,” I whispered.
Dom didn’t say anything. He simply led me towards a seat towards the front of the aisle. “Should we be sitting here?” I asked. Normally, the first row is reserved for family members, and though I didn’t know the makeup of the Blanchi family, given Lorenzo’s chilly reception, I was sure that Dom wasn’t technically family.
“I’m Don,” he said. “We belong at the front.”
I didn’t argue with him as I took my seat trying not to allow my discomfort to show. I could feel all eyes on me, and I immediately knew why Dom was determined that we sit up at the front. I was beginning to suspect that this entire thing was about being seen together.
Dom placed his arm across the back of my shoulders doing what he could to make it appear that we were a happy couple of newlyweds. I didn’t understand why though. If anything, his family would know that he had married me to stop the bloodshed that had taken place over the past few years between the Petrov’s and the Blanchi’s.
I stiffened as I felt him place his lips on my neck. My hair had been pulled into a fishtail braid over one side of my neck giving Dom easy access to the other side of my throat.
“What are you doing?” I hissed. My body was so tense that I swore a strong breeze would snap me in half.
“Relax,” Dom muttered across my skin. His lips tickled the outside of my ear, and I inhaled slightly. His touch was making me squirm uncomfortably in my seat. I hated how much a simple touch from him could cause me to melt.
“We are in public,” I hissed as one of his hands wrapped around my neck.
“I know.” Those were the last words he said before his lips were on mine.
Dom hadn’t really kissed me since the wedding day. When we had sex, he never kissed my mouth. I hadn’t really thought too much about it until he started to consume my mouth.
My arms automatically wrapped themselves around his neck, and my body immediately slackened as his tongue slipped inside of my mouth. I tried to stop the sound that came from inside of me, but I couldn’t. Dom had taken complete control over me with just a single kiss, and I couldn’t stop myself from giving in.
After what felt like an eternity, Dom finally pulled away from me, replacing his lips with his finger as he fixed the lipstick that had obviously been smeared across my mouth.
