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My eyes searched the crowd looking for Dom. I couldn’t find him in the throng of people, so I had no choice but to walk deeper into the throng. I tried my best to calm my beating heart as I searched for the only person I knew.
“What the fuck,” a deep voice whispered in my ear, and I nearly jumped out of my skin as Dom’s hand wrapped around my upper arm. I immediately knew it was Dom as his scent wrapped around me.
I turned quickly, breathing out a sigh of relief as I came face to face with Dom’s angry eyes.
I hadn’t thought I would ever be so happy to see Dom. “What’s wrong?” he asked. Something about my countenance made it clear to him that I was freaked out. I wanted to tell Dom everything, but I knew if I did, he would hunt down that woman, and I couldn’t allow myself to be responsible for someone’s death. Even if that person had scared the shit out of me.
“Sasha?” Dom shook me slightly to bring my attention back to him. “What’s wrong?”
I gulped slightly in an effort to get myself together. I was a shit liar, and I hadn’t given myself time to consider what I might tell Dom.
“I’m fine,” I said. “I think I might have eaten something bad. I’m not feeling great.”
I wasn’t sure that Dom would believe me, or that he would even care if I wasn’t feeling well. But I must have looked terrible because Dom’s grip on me immediately loosened, and his mouth turned down with concern.
“We should go,” he said.
I shook my head. I didn’t want to leave. I’d already made enough of a scene. Plus, I didn’t know what the woman in the bathroom wanted, and the last thing I needed was for her to follow us home.
“I’m fine,” I said. “I just need a glass of water.”
Dom’s eyes watched me closely, but he nodded and placed a hand on my back. I tried not to jump at the contact.
I allowed Dom to lead me over towards the bar. Eyes were on us, but I didn’t give a shit. I was too busy racking my brain for where the hell I knew that woman from.
“Here,” Dom said, thrusting a glass of water towards me. I took a dainty sip of it allowing the cool liquid to wet my dry throat. I went to put it down, but Dom pressed slightly on the bottom. “Finish it,” he ordered.
I rolled my eyes. It seemed that Dom lacked the ability to not issue orders, even when he thought that I was ill.
“There the fuck you are,” a young man said, as he pressed forwards from the crowd. I tensed immediately, but the hand on my back was relaxed.
“Watch your language, Marco,” Dom ordered.
I breathed a sigh of relief. In my upset, I hadn’t recognized Dom’s younger brother. Marco had been his best man at the wedding, but we hadn’t spent a great deal of time together.
“Please,” Marco scoffed. “I’m pretty sure your little wife has heard way worse than that. Shit, everyone’s talking about the fact that you mouth fucked her before the ceremony.”
I groaned. I had practically forgotten all about the way Dom had dominated my mouth.
“Don’t worry about it,” Marco said, turning his attention to me. “Everyone thinks that you are pregnant, and that’s why you ran out. Apparently, one of the girls saw you in the stall.”
“What girl?” I asked, immediately wondering if Marco’ knew the woman who had grabbed me. I was certain that she had been Russian, but that didn’t necessarily mean that she was Bratva.
“Don’t worry,” Marco said. “All this works to our advantage. You being pregnant already makes you one step towards being a goddess to these men. You pop out a son nine months after your wedding, and they’ll be on their knees pledging their love.”
I cringed.
“Did you come over here for a reason?” Dom asked. He had pressed me close to his side, and I wondered if he was trying to protect me from his brother, or if this was just another action for show.
“Lorenzo wants to invite you two to sit at the head table,” Marco said.
“Isn’t the head table for the wedding party?” I asked.
Ours had been. Of course, the wedding party was filled with daughters and sons of important members of each family, but generally, you couldn’t just boot people from the wedding party.
Marco shrugged. “I’m sure he’s dealing with Francesca.”
I didn’t like the idea of impeding on a bride, but I knew enough to know that Dom nor I could decline without offending Lorenzo.
“Let’s go,” Dom said. His lower hand on my back pressed me forward, and I followed Marco. Even as I walked between the two men, I couldn't help the eerie feeling that had taken over me. Though I didn’t think the woman in the bathroom meant me any harm, I felt like a dove in a den of wolves.
“Lorenzo thinks you are carrying the heir to the mafia, so you might want to play that up a little bit.”
I looked over at Dom and tried to smother a smile at his long suffering look. I wondered if my brother Nikolai had felt the same way about me. I was so young when he died that we hadn’t had an opportunity to be close in the way that Dom and Marco clearly were.
The moment that I thought about Nikolai, I knew where that woman knew me from. “Oh my God,” I gasped. Both Marco and Dom turned to look at me. Then, hell broke loose.
