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“Never,” I smiled, shaking my head as Alessio raised his glass to Finn.
“My turn,” Fabi grinned, which caused Alessio to groan and drop his head in his hand. “I’ll keep it short and sweet. I’m not a man of many words or long, gushing speeches like my friend Rosetti, you’ll be relieved to hear. So… Alessio is an asshole.”
Another ripple of laughter echoed around the room. “Cheers, cousin!”
“What? I am trying to get them to like me,” Fabi hissed towards Alessio with a shrug of his shoulders and I burst out laughing.
“But… he is the best asshole I know. And once you all get to know him, I think you’ll like him too. Just a little. I do have to say though… Alessio, you are so fucking lucky. You have achieved not only your life’s goal, but have bagged yourself a stunning, intelligent and strong wife who loves you for you. But let’s not forget how lucky Elle is too… she leaves here today with a beautiful dress and the King of Italy wrapped around her little finger… You truly are a queen! To the bride and groom!”
Everyone raised their glasses as Alessio pointed his finger at Fabi’s cheeky expression when he sat down.
The rest of the night was amazing. Everyone mingled and I could even see Giovanni making an effort to clear the air with Finn and get to know Fabi. Everyone was dancing as I leaned back against the bar and Finn wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I smiled at him before looking back at Alessio on the dancefloor, spinning Raya in circles. He seemed to have charmed just about every woman in the Buccini family and my little sorella was no exception. Normally, she was extremely shy around strangers, but she wouldn’t leave him alone and it warmed my heart.
“Do you forgive me, Piccola?” Finn whispered in my ear and I turned my head to face him.
“Of course I do. I love you, coglione.”
“Good. Even though I won’t be your bodyguard anymore, you know I will always look out for you.”
“I know. And congratulations on the new job! You will be amazing.”
“Grazie. Yes, everything has worked out how it was supposed to,” he smiled down at me.
“And Enzo? Has that worked out the way it was supposed to?” I asked carefully as he pouted his lips and inhaled.
“It has. We are on different paths and that’s okay.”
“That makes me sad, Finn,” I leaned my head against his chest, hugging him tightly.
“Some things aren’t meant to be forever, Elle. But yours is.”
“I hope so,” I smiled weakly. “It is hard to imagine forever when he is about to put himself in the most dangerous situation he’s ever faced.”
“If anyone can take down Anthony Galiz and get away with it, it’s Alessio. Have faith in him, Elle. He will always make his way back to you.”
“I just hate it. I hate that he is doing this for me. How will I live with myself if anything happens to him?”
“You won’t have to. Nothing will happen to him.”
“You are lucky you like men, Finch Rosetti, otherwise I would not be allowing your hands to be on my wife,” Alessio shouted as he strolled over to us from the dancefloor.
“As possessive as ever, I see,” Finn laughed, releasing me so I could be dragged into Alessio’s chest.
“What’s mine is mine,” he smirked, kissing me on the lips. “And I think it’s time to remind my wife of that.”
“Oh really?” I flirted, gripping the collar of his shirt in my hand.
“Go get a room, you two. Leave us all to get drunk and enjoy our night!” Finn smiled, walking away from us as Alessio suddenly threw me over his shoulder and stormed towards the entrance of the club. I squealed as I gripped his back when he took rapid strides out of the mansion and across the lawn towards the art studio. He kicked the door open and placed me back on my heels as I turned to see the ceremony chairs had been removed and a mattress, duvets, pillows and candles had been placed in the middle of the room.
“Did you do this?” I gasped.
“I had a little help. I wanted us to have some privacy on our wedding night. I know it’s not some swanky honeymoon suite but-”
“It’s perfect.”
I turned to face him and my heart fluttered when I saw he was already staring at me with burning desire and devotion.
“You promised to fuck me in my dress.”
