But as Alejandro’s lip bleeds Sammie cocks her head spinning back to him and presses her lips against his, smearing her lipstick so that it’s a mix of blood and glamor. Pulling away after a second and looking at the Cartel boss who has been stunned into silence for her.
“Hmm, you taste like trouble and I have enough of that. C’mon Dante, Ilaria said there would be gin cocktails before bed.”
Sammie is walking off as I look at Alejandro shrugging my shoulders before following behind her, thankful we got out of there without killing anymore.
“You’re really going to marry Ilaria?”
Her voice is solid as the elevator climbs up. Her eyes closed as she hums to herself, still beside me like she doesn’t care if I answer her question or not.
“I guess it’s fitting, the mafia Prince getting the mafia princess.” Her eyes open as she takes in my second of shock, watching with a smirk when she sees the moment.
Ilaria had told me that her friends didn’t know about the lifestyle but it seems that isn’t the case.
“We all know. Have known since freshman year. Her mother told us and asked us to keep the secret so Ilaria got to have as normal a life as possible.”
She shrugs her shoulders and I know I’ll eventually tell Ilaria they know. After the wedding when life settles down. I won’t give her another reason to be stressed out.
Plus if Sammie is saying they know about the family it means she’s aware of the Cartel. Maybe not so much about who she just kissed but I have a feeling she’s aware that they got into danger along the way.
“I’ll treat her right you know-”
“Oh spare me the bullshit.” Sammie pushes herself off the wall looking at me as if I was the most boring man on earth. “Of course you’ll treat her right. Her father is the North End butcher and you’re already in love with her. The way you look at her-” Sammie gags like she was going to puke and I step back, wanting to avoid my shoes getting ruined.
I’ve learned my lesson with that one.
“Gross.” she muttered stepping out of the elevator as it opens into the penthouse suite that was booked.
Stepping right into chaos.
Becca is on Francesco’s back trying to choke him out as he tries not to hurt her but remove her claws from his skin. Tessa is definitely arm wrestling with Enzo on the couch. Madeline is helping Ilaria get naked in the middle of the-
“ILARIA!”
Her head looks over at me, her soft drunken smile so bright that I forgot she was trying to get naked in front of everyone.
“Hey Demon. Did Becca show you the picture of Francesco where her panties are-”
“DON’T. YOU. FUCKING. DARE.”
Francesco pulls Becca off him, glaring at her as she gives him the same sort of menacing look back. Not taking an ounce of his bad attitude.
Oh boy.
“I think it’s time for bed, principessa. Unless your friends are planning on sneaking away on a private plane again. Which in that case, we have a plan to avoid missing out on any of the fun for the rest of the night.”
Each of us takes out a pair of handcuffs as the girls realize a second too late what was happening.
Only Ilaria laughs as I handcuff myself to her, her eyes shining with the giggles that were coming from her lips. Her arm wrapping around me as she laughed at the way I was acting.
As if she thought insanity looked good on me.
Good thing she brought out the craziest parts.
“Take me to bed, husband.”
Jesus Christ.
I should have cut off the drinks during dinner because as much as I wanted to enjoy Ilaria tonight half her weight was in champagne and I couldn’t have her how I needed her.
How I wanted her.
“Oh Principessa. You’ll be the death of me.”
34ILARIA
The best way to cure a hangover was to continue drinking so that you don’t feel it.
Which I had done all weekend.
Friday had been so much neon and Aquanet and margaritas.
Saturday had been vodka and martinis.
And now that it was Sunday our last full day in Vegas I was planning on drowning in champagne bubbles.
The shower was running and I smirked, glad Dante had taken off the handcuffs.
