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“Seriously, Scotty boy? Like you’ve never done that with your sisters around?” snaps Emilie. I forgot she was here. Riccardo looks amused, “Because if I recall correctly what Blakely told me about you, she had several sleepless nights because you were doing God knows what in your bedroom.”
Amused, I say, “Okay, love birds, that’s my cue to leave.” They both speak at the same time, but I can’t hear them anymore.
As I walk towards Blake, still engrossed in conversation with my father and Fusco, my eyes dart around the area, checking if my team is in position in case anything goes wrong. They have orders. At least Al and Tim have them. They’re the only ones I can trust at the moment. If something were to happen tonight, they have to take Blakely out of here. She won’t be happy about it. But they will have me instead of her.
“Father,” I greet, pulling Blake closer to me by wrapping my arm around her waist. “Fusco.”
“Aidan. How are you doing on this lovely evening?” asks Fusco.
My eyes linger on him, and I can’t help but imagine the feeling of his throat between my fingers, yet I know better than to take any risks in a room full of mafia members.
“Indeed, it is. Do we know why our presence has been required?” I breathe in the sweet aroma of vanilla, and it instantly relaxes me.
“From what I heard, the Snakes want to offer peace,” says Fusco.
Peace, my arse.
“And what about the Italians?” I feel Blake’s sharp nails digging into my skin, making me flinch. I guess I’m not the only one that wants to kill him.
Fusco’s eyes remain impassive, yet I detect a hint of a shift in his expression. Only for a second, but it was there.
“The Italians won’t be a problem. After all, I saw you speaking with the mafia Don himself. I think they will propose a deal.”
I bet they will.
I give my da’ a quick glance, then nod almost imperceptibly for anyone else to notice.
On to Step 2.
“If you will excuse us. I think it is time for me to keep my promise and take my lovely wife to dance.” It is apparent from the expressions on Fusco’s face and the tension in Blakely’s body language that my words have affected them, but I decided to take us to the dance room anyway.
I hear Scott’s nosy voice in my earpiece. “Wife, huh? I don’t think you ever asked me or my da’ for our blessing.” My eyes dart around the room until they finally lock onto him and I give him a knowing smirk. In fact, I did ask for Blakely’s hand in marriage when her parents came to visit, and her father was delighted to give his blessing. Now, I need to convince her to say yes.
“Wife?” Blake asks as we start to dance. “ If I remember correctly, I never agreed to that, and I don’t seem to have a ring on my finger.” Her eyes settle on her ring finger as she speaks.
“Does that mean you would say yes? No, don’t answer that. It doesn’t matter. You won’t have a choice in that matter.”
She mutters an “arsehole,” which I completely agree with. I think I’ve been waiting long enough. We haven’t said ‘I love you’ yet, but we don’t need to. We never let go of that love from before. Our bodies and minds are connected.
Glancing around, I feel her tense against me.
“What is it?” In an attempt to understand, I look around, trying to see what she saw.
“I… I thought I saw Bailey,” she says, her voice trembling with uncertainty. Looking around, I see nothing. But I wouldn’t be surprised if the bastard brought her here tonight. Her phone buzzes at the same time, and her brow furrows as she reads.
“An hour. We have an hour before they do anything.” She doesn’t explain who sent her the text message.
“Do we know where she is yet?” I ask.
“No. It’s time.” She presses her face to my chest and whispers into her earpiece, making sure no one can see her. “We have an hour. We move now. Follow the plan. And don’t get killed.”
“Let’s go.” Just as we’re about to move, Shaan appears out of nowhere and intercepts us.
“Boss. We’ve got a problem in the back garden.”
Oh, so he wants to kill me now, in front of everyone? Not tonight, arsehole. Tonight, you will be the one who’s buried six feet under.
“Sorry. Blakely doesn’t feel good. You’ll have to handle it.” He looks at me with a disapproving expression as if I ruined his plans.
