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“And what do you do for work?” I tease back. I don’t know why he’s being so cagey about it. This is a Mafia wedding, after all. Does he think I don’t know that?
“Would you believe me if I said waste management?”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, my dad does that, too.”
Dominic chuckles. “Groom’s side of the family, then. Wait. Are you Tony Gagliardi’s kid?”
Cool, my father’s reputation precedes me. I can’twaitto get out of this world. “Yep,” I confirm.
Alessandro stiffens. It’s subtle, but I’m a little more focused on him than I should be right now. “We should go,” he says to Dominic. “We’re going to smell like smoke if we keep hanging out here.”
“Relax, dude, we’re at a wedding reception,” says Isabella, offering the joint again. “Here, you look like you could use this.”
He ignores her, but Dominic winks and takes a quick puff. “It was nice to meet you both. I think we’re going to get back to the party now.”
“Byeeeee,” Isabella sings-songs, clearly in a silly headspace.
Alessandro doesn’t turn around as they walk back to the wedding reception, but I keep my eyes trained on his back, extremely flustered. Why did he nope out of the conversation the second he found out who my father was? And why the hell does he seem so familiar to me?
Chapter Three
Alessandro
Fuck. That was Tony Gagliardi’s daughter? That little bombshell I just bent over and had my way with in my depraved imagination?
Jesus Christ. I want to peel that clingy green dress off her and make her my absolute whore. I would do filthy, fucked up things to that tight body, things her father would probably have me killed for even thinking about. Fuck.Fuck.
Also, no. Also, absolutely not. Given my history with Tony Gagliardi, separating myself was the only possible move. I did the right thing.
The frustrating tightness in my pants tells me I did the wrong thing. I bite my lip angrily, trying to make it go away.Grandpa Nazzaro naked. Grandpa Nazzaro getting a rectal exam.
“What’s on your mind?” Dominic asks me, catching up as we reach the reception. “You know we’re allowed to talk to girls, right?”
“Not that girl.”
“Because she’s too young?”
“If that helps you.”
“You’re not going to tell me the reason?”
“Dominic, do I look like I’m in the mood for pussy right now?”
He looks me up and down, then chuckles. “You do, actually.”
“Well, you’d be wrong about that.”
“Hey, I just call ‘em like I see ‘em. You weren’t exactly subtle checking her out. I can hardly blame you. I was certainly eyeing the other one.”
I scowl. “I’m not shitting where I eat.”
He lowers his voice. “You’re next in line to take over the entire Rossi family. This whole fucking city is where you eat. You gotta shit somewhere.”
“Not in Gagliardi territory.”
Dominic’s eyes focus on someone behind me, and he nods respectfully. “Don Nazzaro.”
My grandfather greets him, then puts his hand on my shoulder. “Come with me now,figlio mio.There is someone I’d like you to meet.”
