But together, we are stronger than we have ever been.
Octavia will take control of the Bellanti Mafia, and I will stand at her side and let her shine.
If she says jump, I will only ask how high.
She will rule.
She will lead.
And I will be the force that clears the path before her.
Behind closed doors, she’s mine to dominate.
Out here, I enjoy watching her be exactly who she is.
I have already spoken to Isaak. He knows I will sever my ties with the Bratva. That is how I want it.
“Come on,” she says, glancing back at me with that little smile, lifting the blade. “Don’t just stand there. Have some fun.” She pulls another knife from her belt and offers it to me.
I narrow my eyes.
“Don’t you dare touch him with that blade,” I say. “That one only touches me.”
I take it from her and slip it into my pocket. I still don’t know how she managed to steal it from me in the first place.
“So possessive,” she says.
I step in behind her, slide my arms around her waist, and press a kiss to her neck.
“You’ve had your fun,” I murmur at her ear. “Let’s kill him.”
I lower my voice. “Then I can take you home and fuck you senseless.”
“But you just did… in the car,” she says laughing softly.
“Fuck, it is never enough with you. I am tired of sharing you with the world, with your friends, your family, everyone who takes you away from me. I want you all to myself. I want to stay buried inside you all night and all day and have your attention on me alone.” I bite at her neck.
She moans and leans back into me. “Psycho.”
Chapter 82
Octavia
I stare at myself in the mirror while my sister fusses with the skirt of her dress behind me.
The makeup artist finishes the last touches around my eyes, and the hairdresser adjusts the final pins in my hair.
Ophelia wears a soft yellow bridesmaid’s dress, the same as Adelaide, Piper, and Eleanor. The colour fills the room like sunlight.
The past few weeks have been exhausting. Planning a wedding this size in such a short time is sheer madness—but today is finally here.
My wedding day.
The preparations didn’t stop with flowers and guest lists. I’ve spent hours in meetings with the Bellanti Mafia. My father finally announced what everyone already knew, I will be taking over from him.
Some accepted it easily. Others didn’t hide their discomfort with a woman stepping into power.
I don’t know if the support I’ve received is genuine or strategic, but it doesn’t matter.
