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He leaned over me, his face nestled against the crook of my shoulder as he buried himself inside me with one final thrust. A groan spilled from his lips as I felt his hips rock against my ass one last time, his body shaking. When the waves of pleasure receded, he pulled away. I laid there a few minutes longer, hearing him head towards the bathroom to clean up.
I closed my eyes, I hoped that was enough to satisfy him for the night.
FOUR
DANTE
Icould not stop thinking about Sienna the entire ride to the event. Seeing her bent over the mattress with her ass in the air, her panties tied around her ankles, nearly made me cum before I could even get it in. From the way she’d been lately, I half expected for her to slap me. But she didn’t. She’d teased me as if she was in control.
My plan centered around her believing it was true, but that didn’t mean it actually was the truth. I had to have full control over my new wife if I was ever going to make any of this work. When Sienna was voted in as Don—because that’s what I wanted—then I would have to convince my father that she was under my influence so completely, he would never feel the need to take her out just to put me in her place.
It had been a rough week giving her space, but coming back to her bed each night. The warmth of her body beside mine was fucking torture. All I wanted to do was roll over, slip her tiny shorts down and plunge into the molten heaven between her thighs. But I couldn’t. She needed space, and that’s exactly what I had to give her to earn her trust.
We had taken the town car rather than driving ourselves, extra security in their own separate vehicles leading the way and covering our backs. It had been my idea for the extra precaution, just in case the Snake made an attempt on Sienna’s life before she could even arrive for the vote. Surprisingly, Sienna hadn’t fought me on it. I guess her mind was too focused on what was about to come rather than her own safety.
Despite my disappearance from the apartment the last few days, I knew what she’d been up to. Working with Mateo, they’ve been calling every other mafia boss across the United States to help support her bid. I knew at least three out of the seven families had already promised their support, but a few could easily go back on their word if my father got to them. Sienna must have known that as well. She was too smart to start acting as if the position were already hers.
The driver let us out in front of the banquet hall where the charity event was being held. Similar to the one at the Met, the charity dinner itself would be in a separate ballroom, with our own meeting taking place upstairs in the private rooms. From what I knew, all seven families would be in attendance.
The Rossis from California were close to the Rosanias and had been ever since Giovanni’s cousin had married the Don’s daughter. At the moment, I knew they had their hands tied up with the Irish on their side of the country, but I wouldn’t discount their support. The Guarnieri's were from Chicago, distantly related to Capone—and something they never let anyone forget. They’d gotten close to Sienna’s family when they needed their own shipments imported through New York’s ports. These two families would be Sienna’s greatest supporters, regardless of their own feelings.
It was the other families that could swing the vote either way. The Russos from Florida had ties with my own father. The Morettis had ties with no one, and the Costas from Detroit often played both sides when it came to the New York families. Those were the three my father would be working hard to get on his side.
Our side.
Men in suits gingerly let us inside the hall's front doors, not daring to check if we had invitations. They knew who we were. Sienna swept into the foyer, heading straight to the first hall that was already nearly overflowing with people. Unlike the one at the Met, these were just normal high-society starlets, heirs, and businessmen with too much cash to blow and desperate to shed good light on their name. I didn’t know what cause Sienna’s mother had picked out, but when I noticed it was for the local PD, I couldn’t help but feel impressed.
I knew exactly why Emilia had chosen this cause. It would definitely make the police look the other way when Sienna took over after taking what would probably be a sizable donation. I knew Emilia was smart, but I had underestimated her knowledge. Clearly, Giovanni hadn’t kept her separate from his career as Sal had with my own mother.
As soon as Sienna stepped through the hall doors, she turned, taking my arm. My eyes scanned over the tables, decked out in gold tablecloths and gold candelabras at their center. There were enough tables to seat at least two hundred people, though there seemed to be more. Opposite the doors, a stage ran across the back wall where a wooden podium stood empty. I assumed there would be guest speakers, though I wouldn’t be here to watch and listen. By that time, we’d most definitely be upstairs.
“We need to mingle a bit before heading up,” Sienna said softly, her lips still curled into a smile. Already people were staring at us.
I nodded mutely, following her lead. I recognized a few people from my time in university—the few upper class who spent most of their free time in the same clubs and bars as I had. It was easy enough to melt into the crowd, asking people how they’ve been. The few who knew me as my old persona were surprised to learn who I really was. I couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of pleasure watching as it finally dawned on them. While I had been stuck in the shadows, my father had not. When it came to supplying half the city with drugs, they’d either gone to Giovanni or Sal’s men depending on which territory they were partying in.
The entire time, I kept an eye on Sienna as she did the same. She flitted from person to person, group to group, that carefree smile never leaving her face. I realized that I wasn’t watching the Sienna I’d come to know, but her public persona—the girl who entered pageants and went out to the clubs with her girlfriends. Her laugh seemed to flit across the hall, pulling me towards her like an invisible thread.
She didn’t jump when my hand slid along her lower back, pulling her closer. Gazing up at me, she smiled wider, teeth flashing beneath the brilliant chandeliers. Sienna looked so beautiful at that moment that I almost didn’t see who she’d been talking to. The Chief of Police, John Banner, and his wife stood across from us, wary. They were smiling, but unlike Sienna and me, they were shitty actors. Yet, if this charity event made either of them feel uncomfortable, they didn’t come outright and say it. Why would they? It was either silence or their lives.
“I was very surprised to hear about your wedding,” John said, eyeing us.
Translation: he knew our families have always been at war and was surprised we hadn’t killed each other yet.
I pulled Sienna closer. “What can I say? Sienna caught my eye, and I just couldn’t look away.”
Officer John didn’t look too happy, though he tried to hide it. I gave him a slight nod, sweeping Sienna away.
“Buttering them up for when you take over the city?” I joked.
Sienna’s sharp eyes cut to me. “Maybe.”
“It’s time,” I told her, nodding towards the obnoxiously big metal clock on the far wall.
She took a deep breath, leading the way back to the foyer and up the grandiose staircase that wrapped up to the second floor. The red velvet carpet showed us the way, though we didn’t need any direction. Mateo had instructed Sienna on where to go, and she’d told me the other night just as I’d gotten into bed beside her. It was a wonder I even heard what she said, considering I was too focused on the way her oversized t-shirt fell off one shoulder, revealing the smooth skin beneath.
There were two security guards outside the door to the meeting room. I recognized them as Sienna’s men from how they hatefully glared at me as we neared. I looked them both in the eye. I wasn’t about to be cowed by two foot soldiers who were unlucky enough to be chosen as guard dogs tonight.
“Ms. Rosania.” One of the guards stepped forward. “Your weapons.”
