Chapter 25
Shadow
Tears run down my rainbow’s face as she claps beside me.
While everyone is looking at Trixy and Roger, who have just sealed the deal with a rather passionate kiss, I am looking at Sienna.
She looks so beautiful. Glowing. It is not just because of the fantastic job the stylist did.
It is because of what we did last night and this morning.
I can feel that same glow flowing through me. Is it possible that I have been infected with her light? With her joy? It must bebecause I have never felt this kind of happiness in my whole life.
“That was amazing,” Sienna gushes, dabbing her eyes with a tissue the elderly woman beside her offered.
“Come, let's get a drink while they take photos.” I lace my hand through hers, eager to get out of these chairs and out of sight of the chapel to our right.
Lola’s. While this outside area with the lake view in the background was nice, I hated this venue only because Sienna had married James here. I was hoping I could completely erase his memory. A selfish notion, I was well aware. But Sienna was mine now, and I did not share. Even with a ghost.
“Is this the kind of wedding you want?” She looks at me and laughs, probably due to the look on my face.
“It’s lovely, but no. The woman that wanted this kind of wedding, this kind of life, is not the one I am now.”
I lift my eyebrow, an indication that she continues.
“I’m different with you. I’m still me, but I’m more me than I have ever been, Damon.
And I think you are different with me too.
So now, if I get married, I want it to be small and intimate.
Only a handful of people who genuinely care about you and me.
I don’t want to invite people just because I have to or because I fear their feelings will get hurt. ”
“If?” I repeat, her brows raising in exasperation.
“When we get married,” she corrects, blushing when I say, “Good girl.”
When we arrive at the bar in the reception hall inside, I am relieved to see they are stocking a half-decent bottle of whiskey.
“Sir, you must be the gentleman Trixy was telling me about. She got this,” he says, holding the bottle up, “especially for you.” The barman smiles at me before handing me my drink. I must be happy as I actually return it with a smile of my own.
“Did you just smile?” Sienna pokes me in the ribs playfully before filling the air with that beautiful laugh that is number five on my list of favorite things.
“You see, you are different with me.”
The barman places a glass of rose in front of Sienna before moving to the end of the bar, where other guests are waiting.
“To number five,” I say, clinking my glass against hers while she looks at me confused .
“Number five?” She sips her wine, looking at me expectantly.
“My list of favorite items in the world. Your laugh is number five.” Her eyebrows raise in surprise.
“You mentioned it last night as well. What is number one?”
“That moan you make when you’re turned on. I remember the first time I heard it. In the passage at Sin when you had those two goddam ponytails in your hair.”
Her rosy cheeks tell me she remembers all too well.
“What is the second one?” she asks, her tone low and sensual as she moves closer to me.
“They are all about you, rainbow. The second one is the way you say my name. My full name.”
“Damon Deangelo?” she repeatsas I put my drink down and hers before pulling her between my legs as I take a seat on the bar stool.
“Yes, exactly that, soon-to-be Mrs. Deangelo.”
She smiles and runs a finger over the scar on my face.
“What's number three?”
“That moan you make when I suck on those perfect nipples. I remember it clearly from this morning.” She blushes, looking around to make sure no one is near, as she places a hand on my thigh.
“Number 4?” Her hand strokes my thigh, edging closer to an area that is now rock hard with her this close and looking so damn hot in the red dress and black heels I’d picked for today's event.
She has paired it with the black opal bracelet and necklace I gave her.
Coupled with my ring sitting on that delicate finger of hers, it speaks to my possessiveness on a primal level, making my cock twitch.
“Your scent.” I pull her towards me and dip my head into her neck, inhaling deeply.
“Vanilla and pomegranate mixed in with my sweet Sienna.” She shivers as goosebumps paint her skin .
“Get a room!” Trixy shouts, approaching us hand in hand with Roger.
Sienna practically jumps out of my arms, embarrassment painting her cheeks as if she has been caught red-handed.
“You look so guilty. Are you two being naughty?” Sienna's face blazes red as she shakes her head, eyeing me as she pleads for assistance.
“We are the epitome of good,” I drawl, sipping my drink as they stop before us.
“I doubt that.” She laughs, hooking her arm through Roger’s as she introduces him to Sienna.
“Roger, this is who I was telling you about. Sienna, this is Roger.”
Sienna recovers quickly, smiling at Roger, who shakes her hand warmly.
“Congratulations. The wedding was so beautiful.” Sienna’s words make Trixy blush as she looks up at Roger lovingly. They are such a bizarre couple, but some might say the same about Sienna and me.
“Damon, nice to see you again,” he greets, his warmth toward me always surprising. I couldn’t figure out if it was because he genuinely liked me or because I adiosed that footage of him and Trixy fucking in the courthouse.
“I was going to come past the club sometime.” This surprises me. It was not the kind of place he frequented. As a person on the other side of the line of justice, my environment was not exactly conducive or welcoming to those outside of organized crime.
When I don’t say anything, he continues.
“It's about the George Miller case.” Fuck. I forgot about that. I asked him to keep his ears open in case someone was sniffing around, asking questions.
“What?” Sienna asks, her conversation with Trixy dying as she hears her father's name spoken .
“What did you say?” She is looking between Roger and me, the seriousness on her face jolting Roger's recognition and the link between the two.
“Oh shit. You’re Sienna Miller?” Roger looks at me apologetically, his lawyering skills failing him in this instance, as the connection is quite obvious.
“Sienna Walker now. But yes, I was Sienna Miller. My father was George Miller.”
“Ahh, that makes sense why Damon would be asking.” Roger's words send Sienna's gaze my way. She isn’t angry, just curious. She knew I was a stalker. So the fact I was looking into her father's death was no surprise, really.
“I asked Roger to let me know if anyone was accessing that case, considering it has gone cold.” Sienna nods, and her brows furrow as she looks at Roger again.
“And has anyone? The last time I got a call about my father's case was over three years ago.” Soon, she would know that I have the sick bastard, her Reaper, who also killed her father in my warehouse.
“Yes, actually, but I doubt it was the real individual's name. Bright Simpson.” Sienna shakes her head, not recognizing the name. Neither did I. I would have to see if Jordan and Kai could trace it.
“It doesn’t ring a bell, but I’ll look into it. Thank you.” Trixy comes to the rescue when her eyes land on the ring on Sienna’s finger.
“Shut the actual front door!” She grabs Sienna’s hand, looking between the ring and me as if she cannot believe what she sees.
“I guess you won’t be Sienna Walker for much longer, either. Is it fair to say you will soon become Deangelo?” Her eyes dart between us, and Sienna’s huge grin gives her the confirmation she seeks.
“Oh my god, we need to celebrate! George, give us four shots of your best absinth!” Trixy squeals and hugs Sienna before attempting to dothe same with me. Usually, I would avoid this kind of affection, but today, I hug her awkwardly back.
I wish I could capture the look of shock on her face.
“God damn. This is a miracle.” Trixy hands each of us a shot that George, the barman, has just placed on the bar.
“To an event I never thought I would bear witness to.” She clinks her glass against ours, and then we down the liquid, the burn down my throat welcome.
Sienna coughs and then takes a sip of her wine while Trixy laughs.
“Well, we need to make the rounds, but I’ll see you both later,” Roger says as one of the guests calls them from a nearby table.
“You see, you have changed. You just engaged in a hug.” Sienna looks way too pleased with herself, and I smirk.
“This is what your pussy does to me.” Sienna slaps a hand over my mouth, looking around us as her cheeks flame red.
I lick her palm, her eyes widening before she removes her hand.
“You like my dirty mouth. I could feel how wet it made you this morning. It is even making you wet now.”
She squirms and takes a sip of her wine, rolling her eyes in exasperation while a smile plays on her lips.
“You have no way of checking,” she challenges, holding my gaze with those beautiful green eyes that glint with defiance.
“Rainbow, don’t play with fire. I’ll sling you over my shoulder and carry you to that little room right over there,” I point to the powder room I had spied earlier, “and everyone will know how wet you are when they hear my cock slamming into that wet pussy of yours.” She chokes on her sip of wine, spluttering as I rub her back soothingly.
I laugh, enjoying this way more than I should. I haven’t attended many weddings, but this is by far the best one, thanks toher.
My phone rings, and all the happiness I feel immediatelyfades, especially when I see the caller ID.
“Marcello,” I greet, keeping my eyes locked with Sienna’s. She senses my change in mood and is looking at me with concern.
“It has been arranged for tonight at eight. You will have five hours only.” I look at my watch, confirming I have just over four hours.
“Excellent. Thank you, Marcello. I owe you.”