Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
SAS
I didn’t care if I was getting married or if the Italian tradition required all the wedding things. I wouldn’t take off my patch for anything. They would have to pry my cut from my cold, dead hands. For the rehearsal dinner, I dressed in the stupid shirt and slacks and then slid into my cut. I had washed it off and oiled the leather. The dirt and grime had come clean, revealing the polished black below.
It almost looked like a new vest. Shame.
As I left the hotel room, wearing the weird shoes that crowded my toes, I pulled at the collar of my button-down shirt. This getup they had left on my bed was just all sorts of fucked up. The shirt didn’t reach my wrists, so I had to roll up the sleeves. And if they thought I would button that top button and put on a tie, they must’ve been smoking some good shit.
The tie and sports coat, I left in a crumple on the floor next to the bed.
Soft piano music played overhead as we ascended in the Parisi Hotel and Casino’s elevator to the penthouse again. The mirrors in the elevator, covered in gold, reflected me and my brothers back. All of us with clean cuts and dress pants.
“You clean up so nicely.” Graff, smirking, reached for my slicked-back hair.
I batted away his hand. “Fuck off.”
“You didn’t like the tie?” he pressed. “I thought the little blue flowers would’ve suited your coloring nicely.”
Snapping my head to look over at him, I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not wearing one.”
“I swore off nooses a long time ago.”
“Exactly.” I cracked a half smile.
“Cut it,” Wilde piped in.
I dropped my gaze to the Prez’s feet. “Mafia didn’t take your boots, eh?”
Wilde’s lip twitched like he might break into a full-on wolf-like snarl. “No fucking way. Dress shoes suck ass.” He glanced up at the numbers as they climbed.
“You’re telling me,” I grumbled. “I can’t feel my little toes.”
It was weird for us to wear clothes like this, even if we wore them in a half-assed manner. I wished I hadn’t left my shit kickers upstairs either. Too late now.
I watched my reflection for a second before I remembered almost having Adelina in the elevator. I wanted her here—just us—with her ass pressed against the mirrors and her sweat leaving imprints. Or her bent over and holding onto the handrail for dear life as I plowed into her.
A camera blinked in the corner of the elevator. The lens pointed down at us. Yeah, I really wanted Adelina in this elevator, so her father could watch how I shoved my cock so deep into daughter’s sweet pussy. He could listen in on the pretty little squeals she would make.
Her responsiveness had surprised the shit outa me. I almost couldn’t believe she had been a virgin when I drove into her, except for how fucking tight her sheath had been. Keeping myself from blowing my load immediately had taken concentration. And what I didn’t expect was to want her again so soon.
Apparently, I’d been foolish to think I could fuck her out of my system.
The bell dinged, and the elevator pulled to a graceful stop. Then the doors opened, and my brothers and I were on the prowl. The Parisi penthouse had been decorated with so many flowers the smell choked me. The long dining room table had been set with—Motherfucker, were there six forks? And three knives?
At least, I would have enough blades to stab someone if it came to that. I had brought my gun along, too, not trusting this place in the slightest after what happened to Cook.
The capos were already hulking around the edges of the room, eyeing us hesitantly, and my palm itched for my gun. While Graff had some nice shit to say about the capos they’d gone shopping with earlier, I didn’t trust them.
Nor did I trust Massimo or Rafe, who both stood behind me wearing black suits and ties. Why would I trust our new so-called brother when he had so easily fallen back into la Famiglia’s ways? It only went to show how he’d never really left.
On top of it all, I couldn’t let myself trust Adelina, no matter how good her pussy felt wrapped around my dick. That was how women dug in their claws.
“You made it,” said Massimo, walking out of the shadows. His smile was fake, same with how bright white his teeth were.
“Did you think we wouldn’t?” asked Wilde, and I nodded. The Prez played the game so much better than me.
“You can’t blame a man for having suspicions,” said Massimo, clasping his hands. “Although, this is a black-tie event, gentlemen.”
“You got us in slacks and button-downs.” Wilde checked us all over. “That’s formal as fuck for us.”
“Hmm.” Massimo straightened his own tie. “Well, perhaps my brother’s sense of style will wear off on you over time.”
Rafe grimaced.
“Don’t hold your breath,” I said to the Don and marched over to the wall of windows overlooking the strip.
I didn’t like how high up we were, or that we’d entered the den of a lion. Again. If shit went down, there would be no easy escape. Only bloodshed.
“Is there a problem?” asked Adelina, and I startled.
She caught me off guard and I jumped like a little bitch, turning on a heel like a horny preteen.
I rubbed the back of my neck and twitched my attention between the window I’d been looking out and my future wife. She wore this little dress that barely came to her mid-thigh, and it flared from her waist, making her curves kick harder than any outfit I’d seen her in thus far. The dress itself was white, strapless, and had a thick black band around the middle.
She wore her hair down in silky dark brown, nearly black waves. It shocked me how much it shone like the shimmering material around her waist.
I licked my lips at the thought of stripping her from the dress and fisting her hair again. Seeing what was hidden beneath made my mouth fucking water. Or maybe... she could keep the dress on. I already knew how gorgeous she was naked—her curves and her ample ass and hips. They made for perfect handles for thrusting.
It might be a little different if I just flipped that flared skirt up and buried my throbbing cock in her pretty little cunt.
I hadn’t gotten to her breasts, yet, but I would. She would be my wife—no matter how much I didn’t want a ball and chain—and every part of her would be mine.
“No problem,” said Massimo, smiling down at his daughter. “I was just welcoming the MC to our home for the evening.”
Adelina rolled her eyes. “Sure, Papà.”
Massimo dropped his jaw, like he was about to yell at her, and then I stepped forward.
No one would be yelling at my fiancé. Except me.
His eyes flashed, deadly and darkly, but I wasn’t scared of an aging man like him. No matter how much of a psychopath he was or his reputation for peeling the flesh from his live victims, my to-be father-in-law wouldn’t get under my skin.
Massimo shut his mouth, working his jaw and then waved a hand toward a door in the back. “Adelina, I have other guests you should say hello to.”
She glided away without a hello. Without a kiss or a fuck. A blow job would’ve been preferable.
Once she was gone, Massimo called, “Come get some drinks, and let’s talk like civilized gentlemen.”
I preferred not to, but the Prez led the way, and the rest of us followed on his heels.
The room had wingback chairs lining the edges in pairs with small tables between each set. The formally dressed women gawked at us, many hiding comments behind their champagne glasses. My brothers and I expanded our chests, knowing well how much women fawned over the muscle and the taboo idea of tatted bikers.
These old biddies only wanted a dangerous fuck.
But the men, in their uniform suits, barely glanced at us. All their hungry eyes feasted on Adelina. She was more stunning than any diamond and brightened the entire room. The men—most of them Mafia by the looks of it—reached toward Adelina, wrapping arms around her hips and planting kisses on her cheek. She giggled.
Fucking giggled.
I took a step into the den, readying myself to snap the arm of any man who touched her. The intense urge I couldn’t explain drew me over to her so I could put a stop to their groping. These men were old, with gray and white hair and wavering eyes, and they wouldn’t know what hit them until it was too late. It would be so easy to make them regret touching what was mine.
“Sas,” muttered Graff, and I snarled as I rounded on him.
I had to will my fists to relax at my sides as I breathed deeply. My brother had touched what was mine too, but I had encouraged that. I would allow it again, because I trusted the bastard more than anyone else in the world. And perhaps he’d gotten his relationship views through my thick skull, because I could see the points he’d made many times before.
A woman needed more than what one man, with only one set of desires and cravings, could offer.
Adelina’s gaze flitted over to where we stood, her dark eyes slowly taking me in. I met her stare, locking us in wordless conversation. Her huge pools of dark brown spoke volumes I didn’t yet know how to read. I carefully kept all emotion off my face, not wanting to admit how much of a magnetic pull she had on me.
Graff, in an amused tone asked, “Who will break the stare down first?”
I backhanded him but didn’t take my eyes off Adelina when I reached down to adjust my cock.
And won the staring contest.
She rolled her eyes and gave Graff a long once-over.
Despite his excessive tattoos and thick stature, Graff could nurture her. His sweet to my spice. He would give her things I couldn’t. I wasn’t capable of all that canoodling shit he thrived on.
And yeah, while Adelina had steel in her bones, she also needed that squishy BS.
Yesterday morning proved it. Before we rode out for Vegas, I’d been watching her door from the shadows. Dark thoughts had been running through my brain about how I could use her body in round two, when I’d caught Graff slipping out of her room with a silly smile slapped on his mug.
Almost everyone else in this room could fuck right off if they thought about touching what was mine, but I’d never been jealous of Graff. And I wasn’t about to start.
He’d fucked her.
But the knowledge of that at the time had only made my cock rock hard, and I’d gone into the shower to fuck my fist. I was counting down the minutes until we could get both our cocks inside our little princess.
“How much longer do we have to be here?” I complained to Graff.
But Graff only shrugged.
The real piece of our puzzle with Adelina I couldn’t get to fit was Rafe. Adelina’s uncle, but only half-brother to the Don. He and the little princess were close, but I couldn’t figure out how close. She’d been a virgin, so they weren’t fucking. But...
Did she want to?
Did he?
That look in his eyes as he had watched her bent over the table with her legs and arms strapped down said he did. The shadows and guilt clinging to the corners of his pinched lips, said he really wanted to join in the fun. And if either of them thought I didn’t see how she returned his attention, they had to be fucking stupid.
The question was: could I deal?
Speaking of our new brother, I caught him standing near the bar with a longneck in hand and staring at my fiancé. Everyone was, so he could get away with it.
Honestly, having Rafe around started feeling better after he beat me in the ring. Strange how a good ass-kicking could change my mind. I could see how his military training could be good for the club.
I hated to admit it, but I could learn a thing or two from him.
But if he and Adelina were spying for Don Parisi, I might just develop a thing for plucking eyeballs out of heads. I let my gaze follow Rafe’s, finding the woman who’d weaseled her way into the MC.
She had been talking with her father and a random Mafia guy, but after Massimo said something, she set her jaw and turned away.
Rafe had separated himself from the Don too.
If Adelina didn’t crave Massimo’s attention, and Rafe tried to fade into the Don’s shadow, it was possible I’d picked the wrong thing to worry about.
I wasn’t near Adelina until dinner was called. As I pulled out the chair beside her, her perfume tickled my nose. I wanted to throw her under the shower head and scrub her skin until that floral shit washed down the drain. Her clean, slightly fruity scent smelled so much better.
She could use a little punishment too for giving me the urge to sneeze. The temptation was almost too much to stay here for dinner.
Adelina leaned over. “What’s that smirk?”
“Just trying to keep from blistering your ass in front of everyone,” I replied without looking directly at her.
In my periphery, though, her eyes went wide and then narrowed in a challenge. My smile stretched wider.
“And why would you do that?” Her voice sounded coaxing, like she would relish my punishment.
“You stink. When this is done, you’ll shower and throw that perfume in the trash.”
She lifted an arm like she was rubbing her shoulder and subtly sniffed her wrist. “Mamà insisted.”
Of course her mother did. My future in-law looked like a packaged, Botoxed, uptight bitch. A Mafia bride for sure. What I didn’t expect was for Adelina’s nose to wrinkle as she sniffed her skin, like the flowery smell singed her nose hairs too.
I leaned over to her, putting my lips at her ear, and said, “No ol’ lady of mine will smell like a fucking grandma.” Then, I licked the shell of her ear.
Adelina shivered.
Her eyes went wide, and she snapped her head around so we were nose-to-nose, mouthing, “Not here.”
“Agreed. Put your claws away, kitten.”
We would have plenty of time later for her to bring them out. I pulled out her chair, and she took a seat.
Every move I made felt forced. The clothes were wrong. The setting was a fucking circus. If we made it through this, I could fuck my frustrations out on her in the elevator like I’d imagined.
For the moment, I kept my hands to myself like a good boy, sinking down into my assigned seat. The mafia at the table watched me with deadly curiosity. My brothers weren’t near us, and down at the other end as the Prez and Massimo faced each other.
As the staff came around, serving food, the voices grew louder, mixed with boisterous drunken men and peals of laughter from the women. Capos lingered in the corners, watching us all. I glanced down the table, separated from my group, and then drank the red wine put in front of me.
Disgusting. Where was the fucking whiskey?
“Don’t look so tense,” said Adelina under her breath.
I snorted. “Me? Tense?”
“Liar.”
“Can you blame me? I’m surrounded by Mafia.”
“You scared?” She grinned, and I thought her canines might elongate for a hot second.
“No.” I shifted in my seat. “I hate these pants.”
“They make your ass look good,” she said.
I shifted to relieve the pressure they kept on my hardening dick. “They’re hiding the best part of me.”
“Which part would that be?”
“You should know. You had it.”
She tilted her head to the side like she was thinking, but I saw the pink tinge her cheeks under her heavy makeup. She couldn’t hide from what her body so desperately wanted.
“When will this be over?” I growled.
“Why?” she asked. “Not having fun?”
“It’d be more fun if we were naked.” I scanned the faces around the long table. “And alone.”
She snorted. “We weren’t alone last time.”
No, we weren’t.
“Are you saying I should fuck you on the table now?”
“Sas,” she hissed, glancing around to see if others heard.
I draped my arm along the back of her chair and lowered my voice. “I could hike up your dress and show everyone how prettily you come?”
Adelina glanced at me from the corner of her eye. “I dare you.”
“Stupid girl.”
I grabbed the fabric of her dress over her thigh, and her hands twisted into the white tablecloth.
“You have to learn not to play with fire, little princess.”
I palmed her thigh and was about to grab her cunt when Massimo suddenly stood and clinked silverware on a champagne glass. The table went silent. I still would’ve fucked Adelina here with a bigger and more focused audience, but Wilde’s glare dug into my skin.
He had fucked women in some very... open places.
Guess like called to like.
She was at my right side, and I had been twisted, about to finger fuck her with my left hand. Still having a silent convo with the Prez, I leaned back in the chair and put my hand on top of the table.
Massimo cleared his throat, and Adelina looked at her father. Her attention was no longer on me, but I had an idea. This could still work.
After freeing my arm from the back of her chair, I clasped my hands on top of the table for a few of the Don’s sentences. I wasn’t listening to him, because I couldn’t give a fuck what he had to say. My attention was on Adelina.
I ran my right hand down my thigh and then slid it under the tablecloth and hiked up her skirt again. When my fingertips grazed her skin, she stiffened but then leaned forward and reached for her wine glass. She placed both elbows on the table and hid her face with a sip. My cock bulged in my pants.
Getting to the marriage part, Massimo continued, “Tonight, we are gathered before my eldest daughter is wed.”
His words lacked any sort of fatherly tone. He sounded like a proud businessman who had basically sold off cattle.
“Tomorrow,” he said, lifting his glass to Wilde, “la Famiglia Parisi will officially be bound with The Ridge motorcycle club, allying us as long-term partners.”
But never friends or lovers , I thought, flashing a look at Adelina. Her head was turned toward her father, and her stoic mask firmly in place.
“This is important to both of us as we work in tandem.” Massimo let his gaze drift over the capos and down to me.
Blah, blah, blah. I smiled at him as my hand reached the V at the top of Adelina’s thighs.
She spread her legs like a good little slut.
“We are expanding our reach.” A smile curled on Massimo’s lips until he was practically beaming.
He could’ve been an animal frothing at the mouth, but his daughter was the little minx. Her panties drenched as I touched her. Pushing her panties to the side, I slid a long finger down between her folds.
Adelina’s breath caught and her lips parted, the only sign something was happening. She took another sip of wine as I pulled my finger up through her slick juices.
“We are expanding our loyalty into new territories and new businesses.” Massimo raised his glass to Wilde. “To partnerships.”
As the formalities went on, I pushed my finger down and up the little princess’s wet slit, and her inner walls pulsed like she wanted it inside.
“Not yet, kitten,” I whispered.
Wilde waited for a long time before raising his glass and answering, “To partnerships.”
Cheers went up around the table and I thrust my finger up and down to the rhythm of the clapping, and with only a few strokes more, slick liquid gushed from Adelina. She had her teeth on the glass and her eyes were half-lidded. I drew up my finger and licked it.
Then, I grabbed the back of her neck and slammed my mouth to hers, kissing her hard so she could taste her cum.
The others around the table cheered, and Adelina whined into my mouth.
I broke the kiss, grinning at our audience. The plan was set, and I was getting married tomorrow.