The head of the Russian Mafia laughs again. “I know so many things. Sleep well with a knife under your pillow. Yes?”
“Diego might have been sharing secrets with you, but not anymore. We have no interest in working with you, now or inthe future. We will never forgive or forget what you have done to our family. You are scum in our eyes, and whatever you were scheming is dead. Like Diego. I will burn your businesses to the ground. Any of your Sovetnik or Boyevik who are found in my city will be returned to you. But like your businesses, they will be nothing more than ash.”
“For what? A woman?”
Then it’s Valentine’s turn to laugh. It doesn’t sound like him at all. “Not just any woman. My woman. I’ll start a war for her.”
The Pakhan’s anger echoes through the room as he yells at Valentine in Russian, but my husband cuts the call, looking completely at peace with himself.
His lack of fear blazes like the Sirius star in the night sky. His aura continues to shimmer brighter while he burns through the shackles holding him back as he becomes who he was born to be—a leader. A strong leader, who will be violent and calculated when needed.
Valentine looks over the room, a triumphant smirk on his face as a “Don De Luca!” chant starts and sweeps through the space. He drops the smirk when he looks at me, his eyes full of dangerous promises and smoldering devotion.
I stagger under the weight of his attention, along with the rising press of all the other Alphas in the room.
“Come on,” Matteo says, holding his hand out for me.
“What? Where are we going? I’m fine here.” And I am. The atmosphere is heady and weighted, but I can handle it.
Dante turns me so I’m facing him, then kisses the argument off my lips. His desperation is as wild as his brother’s, but it’s different too. “Go with Matty. Everything important is now done. All we’re going to do is make sure people understand the De Lucas are not here for fun.” He kisses his way up to my ear. “Plus, Matty needs what only you can provide. He needs his wife coming on his dick.”
“Perfect dick,” Matteo corrects before shrugging when I swing around to him again.
The look on Matteo’s face is completely lacking in remorse, and his eyes are glittering with dare and sweet longing.
As if I would or could ever deny him. Except, I do need to let them both know something.
“I haven’t had any suppressors since Valentine threw them out. And it seems whenever I watch you do pretty much anything, it turns me on.”
Dante laughs so loud, it’s as obscene as the violence and death I’ve been turned on by. “Jesus, baby, you are so right for us, it scares me. Let Matty go fuck you somewhere for the world to see. Valentine and I will be here until this time tomorrow. Hopefully, by then, I’ll walk out of the elevator, and your slick will be gushing out your sweet pussy and you’ll be begging for my knot.”
I throw a hand up, getting overly sassy in my buzzing joy. “Wow. I should have negotiated harder when I agreed to be your wife, because that just doesn’t sound like my ultimate fantasy at all. But I guess if Matteo and Valentine join us, I could be swayed.”
Both he and Matteo laugh.
“I’ll tell Valentine what you said. Get out of here.” Dante growls as his hand cups and squeezes my breast, eliciting a moan from me, despite how hard I fight not to make a sound.
50
Layne
Ithought we would escape quickly, but when people see Matteo and me leaving, they step forward to offer both their congratulations and their respect. No one approaches to shake my hand, given the dogs keep snarling at anyone who approaches, but the people also divert to Matteo.
Matteo is as patient as he can be as we keep trying for the exit, but there comes a point where he snaps. He offers a quick apology to those wanting to shake his hand before he presses his hand on my lower back, and the two of us pick up our pace.
The doors to the foyer swing open at long last, and I get slammed by a gust of excitement as Matteo and I race through them. My feet get overly anxious and nearly slip out when he pulls me to a stop by the back of my dress as the doors close behind us.
“Matteo!” I squeal, flailing around to see what the issue is.
But his mouth is on mine, his eyes pooling with relief and bubbling with lust, making the brown deeper in color.
When we crash into one of the columns holding a vase of flowers, he doesn’t stop kissing me, but his eyes follow the vase as it goes to topple off the stand. He catches it with one hand, making me laugh at his reflexes.
My gorgeous Beta takes complete control and whirls us effortlessly around the other columns and photo frames, almost like we’re waltzing, before steering us to a dark corner of the foyer. He holds my face in his hands. “I so want to sink my perfect dick inside your wet heat right here. But I am covered in revenge, which incidentally feels incredible. I’m taking you home, we’re showering separately, and then I am taking my woman out on a date before I find somewhere safe, but out in the open, to take you so hard and fast, we’ll both be dizzy.”
My smile makes it impossible to hide the sudden onslaught of giddy agreement bubbling through my veins like expensive champagne. He shakes his head, pretending he’s being serious still. “You are such a deviant.”
We both laugh at how wrong, and right, the statement is.
