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He’s here tonight as part of STORM Security, and the dick gave my wife a thorough once-over as we walked in. I’ll punch him in the balls for that when I next see him.
She looks absolutely incredible, and I don’t miss every man’s head turning at my wife’s beauty, nor them locking eyes on our bump. Even the women glower in her direction, and I’m convinced it’s from jealousy. You’d have to be a moron not to realize she outshines anyone in this ludicrous mansion Luca calls a home.
She holds herself with confidence and poise. Her luscious tits fill the top of her dress and a perfect bump is on full display for the world to see, making me want to beat my chest with pride. I put that there. Mine.
Our hands are clutched together as one. We make our way across the ballroom toward Luca, who is engrossed in a conversation with a man looking equally as menacing. Emi’s hand tightens in mine, and her body coils tight. I glance down at her in question, but she gives me a small head shake and I look away, acting unperturbed at her sudden change in demeanor, but inside I’m hyperaware of her anxieties.
As we move closer to Luca, he stands from his chair to greet us. “Luca,” I greet, lifting my chin, then I hold my hand out to meet his. The firm squeeze on mine is meant to be threatening; I read it in the unspoken words oozing from his eyes. “Act in love. Put on a show of solidarity.” I give him a sharp, meaningful nod, and he releases my hand, allowing me to step back as he moves on to Emi.
He gifts her with a kiss to both cheeks. “Good to see you, Emi. You look...” His eyes trail down my wife, and if I’m not mistaken, he grimaces. “...big.”
Emi’s cheeks pinken, causing every muscle in my body to coil with rage. I grind my teeth, stepping forward to correct my brother-in-law’s ill manners when Emi places a hand on my chest to stop me from moving closer.
Luca chuckles darkly and moves his head closer to mine, his voice low and dark. “Wow, stronzo. You actually look like you care.” He raises an eyebrow at me, and I ball my hand into a tight fist.
Emi huffs loudly. “Luca. Stop toying with him.”
Luca grins at his sister. Even his fucking smile looks sinister.
The man who Luca was in a heated discussion with stands, and I don’t miss everyone around him standing to attention as he does. The tense atmosphere cuts through the air with his presence, and I take him in. His Italian features are evident. He looks in his mid to late thirties. “Lorenzo,” he offers, making me realize this is her family Don.
Emi’s eyes implore mine, and I realize she’s waiting for me to offer my hand. I casually hold out my hand in greeting, and he glares at it with disgust before flicking his dark eyes back up to my face.
Just when I think he’s not going to shake my hand, he slides it in. His eyes are laser-focused on my face as if seeing straight through me, into every thought, every action and assessing it, picking apart my thoughts, and drawing his own conclusions. I swallow away an uneasy ball of anxiousness knotting in my throat and glare right back at him, causing his lips to twitch in mockery.
“Congratulations.” The word slides from his lips with a calculated ease, and I glance around the room to see everyone watching us, making me realize this is the Mafia Don’s way of showing his acceptance of our relationship. Acceptance into the organization.
“Thank you for your support,” I reply and nod my head in acknowledgment of his approval. He drops my hand and walks away, but I don’t miss the menacing edge to Luca’s glare directed at Lorenzo’s back.
A throat clears behind Emi, and we turn to face a man staring at her with such intensity I push her behind me as a natural reaction to protect her. Her body flinches against mine when she moves to stand beside me. He’s tall, around six foot five with broad shoulders, a shaved head, and small scars on his face as though he’s been in a knife fight. I dread to think what his opponent might look like.
Emi clears her throat. “Shaw, this is Ravlek.” I recognize the name from my discussions with Owen. He’s the notorious Ravlek, the Russian Emi was promised to.
“You look well.” His eyes lock on to my wife’s protruding stomach, and he licks his lips with a sleazy look of envy.
I grind my teeth at his blatant disregard for me being present. He’s practically eye-fucking my very pregnant wife. Rage boils inside me, and my chest heaves in temper at his complete disrespect.
I step forward, past giving a shit who this asshole could possibly be. I lower my voice. “Carry on eye-fucking my wife and I’ll take your fucking eyes out,” I grit out.
Luca appears at my side. “Ravlek. You were warned not to cause trouble.” Luca clicks his fingers and several men appear from nowhere, surrounding the man who holds his hands up in surrender, but his glare toward Emi remains, and the calculation behind his eyes sends a wave of unease through my body. A tremor passes through Emi, making my patience snap with how uncomfortable she is in his presence. I fly toward him but am held back by three of Luca’s men as I struggle against their hold.
Ravlek backs away. “I’ll be seeing you, Princess.” He smirks, the words sounding more of a threat than a promise.
Their hands release me, and I spin to face Luca. “I want him fucking dead!”
Luca chuckles darkly. “Then you’d best follow me.”
My eyes latch on to Emi’s as she strokes over her stomach protectively.
I drop my head beside her ear. “I don’t want to leave you here.”
“It’s fine. I’ll go grab a drink from the bar.” She points at the bar, and I survey the room. “I have my brother’s men watching my every move, Shaw.” She huffs, making me take in the room once again, and this time, seeing the guards mingling within the guests makes my shoulders relax with the knowledge. After all, she was brought up in this world.
I duck my head and place a gentle kiss on her cheek. “I won’t be long.” My heart hammers painfully, making me draw my eyebrows in confusion at my reaction to leaving her, and judging by the look in Emi’s eyes, she senses a change too.
“Maxim is here too,” she reassures me, as if sensing my anxiety.
I turn my head slightly to see Maxim watching us, and he gives me a firm nod, as if understanding my apprehension.
