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"Almost done?" I ask, my voice husky with lingering lust.
"Yes," she replies, giving herself one last look in the mirror before turning to face me.
Her eyes are bright, filled with a newfound confidence that takes my breath away.
"Good." I rise from the bed, tugging on my clothes and straightening my tie.
"Let's get going."
As we exit the house, I can't help but notice the glances Emily receives from my men, each one attempting to be subtle as they take in her beauty.
I feel a surge of possessiveness and pride at having her by my side.
"Ready for this?" I inquire, glancing at her as we approach the car waiting for us.
"Ready as I'll ever be," she answers, determination lacing her words.
"Good," I murmur, squeezing her hand gently.
As we slide into the backseat, I sense her nerves returning.
She fidgets with the hem of her dress, her gaze flickering to the window and back again.
"Hey," I say softly, capturing her attention.
"You've got this. Just stay close to me, and you'll be fine." Emily nods, her hands stilling as she takes a deep breath.
"Thank you, Felix," she says, her eyes meeting mine with gratitude and affection.
"For everything you’ve done for me these last few months. I was so lost before I met you."
I smile, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Anything for you,mia dolcezza."
My sweetness.
As we pull up to the venue, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
Tonight will be Emily's introduction into my world, and I know it won't be easy for her.
But as we step out of the car and walk hand in hand towards the entrance, I can't shake the feeling that this is only the beginning of our journey together.
"Let's do this," she whispers, her voice filled with resolve.
"Let's," I agree, tightening my grip on her hand as we cross the threshold into the world of power, politics, and danger that defines who we are – both separately and together.
Chapter 35
EMILY
As I enter the lavish ballroom, my heart hammers against my ribcage.
I'm Emily Jackson tonight, yet the ghost of Rosalie Battaglia haunts me, threatening to reveal itself.
I scan the room nervously, praying that none of my father's allies or foes recognize me—sweat beads on my forehead despite the cool air of the dimly lit room.
"Relax, Emily," Felix murmurs in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine for all the wrong reasons.
"Don't let them get to you. The wives of these dons may seize you up, but if they come at you with their teeth, just remember, it's because they're jealous that you have an elegance they'll never have."
