“Thea, darlin’, wanna marry me?”
“If you were my fucking husband, Ronan, you’d be on a leash and wearing a shock collar in public. Lucky for you, my sister is way more forgiving.”
The bubble bursts, and the club erupts in a frenzy of catcalls and aggrieved yells. Thea’s intervention has likely pissed offevery single bettor in this room. Some of whom are not the forgiving type.
Kane jumps in the ring as Thea releases me. He tugs me to my feet as Kyril stands with a grimace. He pulls his wife close, and I avert my gaze as he wraps his fist around her delicate neck, not bothered that he has an audience.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Thea.”
She rolls her eyes and smirks. “That’s what happens when you get between me and my pizza. Go suck a dick, Kyril.”
“Feel free to suck mine too, hubby!” the pretty one who did his best to distract me earlier calls from the ringside.
Kyril snarls something in Russian before turning to me.
“Next time, I beat you,mudak.”
Despite the throbbing pain in my head, I grin. “Sure.”
“We need to get the fuck out of here,” Kane says. “People aren’t happy.”
“Let me know when you’re in town again,” I tell Kyril. He nods once and then climbs out of the ring with his wife locked under his arm.
“I thought you were a dead man for a moment there,” Kane says, gun in hand as we leave via the back entrance. “Never thought I’d see the day when a woman got the jump on you.”
“Neither did I.”
She’s not the first, though. Chiara has me by the balls, and she doesn’t even know it.
15
Luka
Chiara’s head rests in my lap, uncomfortably close to my cock, but I’m not complaining. There’s a pillow between her cheek and my erection. Besides, she’s asleep.
She nodded off halfway through episode seven of the series I’ve forced her to binge with me; the wine hit her hard.
The woman is a lightweight drinker.
Her attitude softened after I cracked open the second bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from Angelo’s cellar. He won’t miss it.
I glance up at the camera winking in the corner. The jealous bastard is probably watching us. From the way he overreacted the other day when he came home to find Chiara and me chilling by the pool, it’s pretty fucking obvious he doesn’t like me spending time with her.
Why he’s so against my hanging out with her is a mystery.
As far as I know, this is a marriage of convenience. A deal orchestrated by our dear papa and Chiara’s hag of a stepmother.
In our world, men hold all the power, so it’s hardly a great surprise that Chiara had no say in whether she got married.Whatdoessurprise me is that Angelo agreed to such an arrangement.
He hates how our father treats Serafina, so why he’d agree to wed a woman who was so against the marriage that she ran away at the first opportunity confuses the shit out of me.
I’d ask him, but I doubt he’d give me a straight answer.
He and I are not close.
Our father never gave us the chance to form strong sibling bonds.
Still, at least Angelo didn’t kill me when he learned of my existence.
