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“You’ve got a fucking beautiful place here, Massimo,” Niccolò calls out to the blond Fiore, and he smiles, nodding.
“We’re happy all of you could come, and your gorgeous women, too. Please, introduce us, fellas.” He motions to Giana and me, and I smile.
“This is Evelina, my soon-to-be wife,” Niccolò says, and I quickly turn to him and narrow my eyes at him, although I don’t hate the idea.
Not anymore. Maybe I never did at all.
“She’s just got to warm up to the idea, right, viper?” he half whispers, squeezing my thigh. “And this is Giana, whom most of you have heard about but not met.”
“Your reputation precedes you, Giana,” says Massimo. “And Evelina, so wonderful to meet you.” Massimo smiles, and his brothers introduce themselves as Salvatore and Vincenzo before he continues. “To our beautiful women!”
A waiter brings all of us drinks.
The Fiore family women, Olivia and Courtney, are also introduced, who sit across from Giana and me, as friends of the family…whatever that means. I assume they are quite more than that, if I had to guess.
The men engage in chatter about business and being stronger as a three-family unit, and I even overhear Niccolò speak briefly about Gabriel before the four of us women excuse ourselves, based on Olivia’s suggestion.
The two of them lead us out toward the main bar, which has filled up significantly since our group arrived, and I can’t help but feel like their smiles are as fake as their wrinkle-free faces. Not that there’s anything wrong with getting work done, but they each have a lot of work done. Like…a lot.
Olivia’s lips appear so over-inflated, like they could burst at any moment, and I’m so grateful I never decided to get injections. I’d probably look the same.
“So, ladies…” Courtney says. “It’s nice to meet you two. So glad we could separate from our men to chat.”
Olivia’s large lips curl into a sneer as I look at Giana out of the corner of my eye.
“So glad,” I say, raising my voice a couple octaves to match Courtney’s overly eager, fake tone.
Without us even asking for them, a bartender slides the four of us the same mixed drinks, including my non-alcoholic one, that we all initially ordered.
Olivia rests her elbow against the bar after setting down the drink. Her tongue darts out to lick at the corner of her mouth where she’s got some lipstick out of place.
“You two are both about to be wives, is that so?” Olivia asks, and something in her tone puts me on edge. “Like, actual wives, or clout-chasing,I wanna be with a bad boy in the mafiatype of wives?” She looks the two of us down, her two thickly drawn eyebrows bunching together as she glares at us. “Because we’ve claimed our men, and we don’t need the two of you coming in here and thinking you’re about to be weaseling your way into—”
“Look,” I tell her, setting my drink down, “I’m not sure what you’re implying or what you’re after, but Giana and I aren’t going to stand here and listen to this shit.”
I grab Giana’s hand and lead her back into the room by Niccolò and Dante, needing to feel the familiarity after those weird-ass women and their unwarranted behavior.
“That was wild,” Giana says, a puzzled expression on her face as I roll my eyes. “I literally have an engagement ring on my finger.”
She flashes her sparkling diamond, and I laugh, shaking my head as the men continue to talk around us.
“Apparently Olivia and Courtney”—I do the fake-sounding thing with my voice again—“are a bit insecure.”
I guess no amount of surgery, money, or designer labels can make some women feel good about themselves. It’s sad, really. And I’d almost feel bad for them if they weren’t such assholes for no reason.
Niccolò looks over at me and smirks as everyone around us continues talking about some deal or another, and I can see in his eyes that he’s wishing we were anywhere but here.
Same.
“I can’t wait to get you to the hotel room,” he whispers.
Then, he cups my chin and brings my face toward his before placing a quick kiss on my lips just as the women saunter back in. When we break away from each other, I turn to Olivia and Courtney, who are now sitting, and I give them a quick wink as Niccolò places his arm around my shoulders.
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NICCOLÒ
“Finally,” I tell her as I pull her to the door of our hotel room and use the key card to unlock it. “I’ve been dying to get another taste of that pretty pussy of yours.”
