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Arianna’s shirt was the worst:Uptight bitch. Needs a good dicking.
What kind of person gets her sister something like that? I mean did Gin seriously think we’d wear those out tonight?
Knowing Gin. Yes, yes she did. Which is why she’s been grousing about it for the past two hours.
Our third round of fruity cocktails arrive and I’m feeling fantastic, apart from my traumatized vagina. For the past week Roman and I haven’t been able to get enough of each other. The man has stamina. Last night we went for four rounds before finally falling asleep—in his bed, again. At this point, I should move into his room. I’m hardly ever in mine anymore.
Ravenna leans over and murmurs in my ear. “You’re staring off into space again.”
A blush heats my cheeks. Yeah, I’ve been doing that a lot lately. Daydreaming. About not only my future, but what my life could look like with Roman. I should try to stop myself, because what we have is mostly physical—it’s not love—but I can’t stop daydreaming about the possibilities. What if Roman falls in love with me and I with him? Is that really so impossible? What if we can be truly happy together?
“Come on,” she says, taking my arm. “Let’s hit the dance floor.”
“Wait. Not yet. I have something to tell you all.”
Gin gasps. “You’re pregnant!”
“No.” I kick her under the table. “I got my SAT score and submitted my application to Columbia University!”
Their faces light up.
Gin claps, then lifts her cocktail in the air. “Congrats! Sophia, that's amazing.”
“I’m so proud of you.” Ravenna clinks her glass with mine.
Arianna offers her congratulations too, but I can see the calculations in her eyes, she’s worrying about all the ways my college dreams could go sideways.
I down my drink, knowing I won’t dare finish it if it’s left unattended on the table. I’m not as concerned as Arianna, because I know something that I haven’t told anyone but Roman. I scored a 1570 on the SAT. Which, from what I looked up, is excellent.
Unless the university absolutely hates the rest of my application and essay, I have a strong feeling they’ll accept me for the fall term.
I’m so excited, I might burst. Instead, I allow Ravenna to drag me into the crowd. Arianna and Ginevra follow us and we form a tight circle, then let loose. The four of us haven’t hung out like this in ages. Too bad our fifth isn’t here tonight. Ravenna’s twin sister is currently traveling back from Italy to be here in time for my wedding.
But tonight still reminds me of when we used to have our own dance parties in the pool house. Just the five of us, our bodies pumped with too much sugar in the form of soda and candy, and blaring music. We were too young for the clubs at the time—not that our parents would have let us go.
As it is, Arianna and Ginevra got into this place with fake IDs. I would have been fine going anywhere, but they insisted, even Arianna. Which surprised the hell out of me. Ariannawantingto go to a club? Shocking.
The beat drops and we get slow and slinky with each other. All the other people around me fade into the background. Roman insisted on upping my security for tonight, so I know we’re well protected.
Which is why I’m stunned speechless when someone roughly yanks my arm, turning me toward them. My confused gaze collides with furious blue eyes.Nik.
He hauls me closer. White hot fury radiates from him. “No one steals what’s mine, you stupid whore.”
CHAPTER20
Roman
Baron refills our glasses from the scotch bottle. We’re in a private booth on the third level of the club, looking down on the VIP section, and the main floor further below.
Tonight is Sophia’s time to celebrate with her sisters and cousin, but hell will freeze over before I let my wife-to-be out of my sight. Especially in a crowded club where predators of the human variety lurk in the shadows, preying on innocent girls like them.
The irony of being one of those myself is not lost on me. However, my intentions tonight are to watch over what’s mine and not interfere with her fun.
Baron sniffs at his scotch before taking a swallow. “The last part of your plan has fallen into place. Kozlov is both under investigation by the FBI and accused of being an informant on the Bratva. His personal and professional life are in tatters. It’s only a matter of time before he’s either in prison or silenced by one of his own.” He sets his glass on the table. “How’s it going with stealing away his fiancée?”
At the mention of Sophia, my gaze dislodges from where she’s dancing and meets Baron’s knowing smirk.
“Why would you think she’s part of my revenge plan?”
