Matteo lets out a quiet chuckle. Raffaele shoots him a look.
I drag a hand down my face, already feeling the headache settling in. "I was afraid you'd say that."
Elio pushes off the wall with a sigh. "If we're done here, I've got a very hot date waiting for me at the penthouse."
Matteo snorts and reaches over to ruffle his hair. "Classy."
Elio swats his hand away, scowling. "Don't touch me."
Marco laughs, and I walk over, stopping beside Valentina.
"Thank you, all of you," he says, his gaze moving from me to my brothers. They nod, then turn and walk out.
"Thank me by getting better and getting out of that bed," I tell him.
Marco is moved to a private room with two of my men outside the door, his wife resting on the sofa inside.
Valentina reaches for my hand without looking, and I take it. I walk her and her sister to the car. They want to hang out a little before she comes home.
When we get to the car, Sofia opens the passenger door to find a black bag with a blue ribbon tied on it.
"Ooh, is this for me?" Sofia asks.
"No, leave that alone," Valentina says.
"Why? What is it?" Sofia opens the bag and pulls out the contents. Damn younger siblings.
"Blue socks?" she says disapprovingly.
I look at Valentina, and she's blushing.
"Who are they for?" I ask.
"They're for you. Your wedding gift."
"Can I have them? My feet are a little cold." I look down, showing her I'm not wearing any socks since she's fed up with black ones.
Valentina walks around, puts the socks back in the bag with the stuffing paper. She gives her sister a firm look, and Sofia shrugs. She walks back over to me and hands me the bag. "Happy honeymoon, Salvatore."
I lift her up and press her against the car. Her legs wrap around me and I kiss her hard, biting at her neck, then back to her lips.
"Ew, maybe we can save that for when you guys get back home, huh? I promise I'll send her back in three hours. Two hours, tops," Sofia says.
"See you tonight, in my bed?" I ask.
"Do I have a choice?" she asks.
I press my bulge against her stomach, making sure her sister doesn't see, and she bites her lip. "You always have a choice," I remind her.
“This thing is so uncomfortable, I have to take them off,” she reaches for the pin at the back of her hair, and I stop her.
"Let me." I spin her around and she goes still.
I take my time. Each pin, carefully. Her hair falls in dark waves.
When the last pin is gone, I press my lips to the back of her neck.
She breathes in. this whispers so her sister doesn’t hear, "Salvatore."
