Chapter 39
ADELINA
My father didn’t have time to make a comment about my tattoo because I was running behind after Sas’s gift, Graff’s gift, and then... Rafe. He lingered behind me before ducking his head to the side and heading into the church. The music was already playing as I scrambled to take my father’s arm.
After the episodes in my dressing room, my hair had to be repined, and my makeup needed to be touched up. It had been incredibly hard when my hands had been shaking. Even now, I trembled.
My father tapped my hand. “Don’t be nervous, Adelina.”
Of course that was what he thought. It wasn’t that I had my thighs pressed together and a vibrator in my pussy. The wedding march started, it buzzed, and I cringed, faltering a step at the end of the aisle. My father tightened his grip on me, but my knees were rubbery. If I didn’t have him to lean on, I would’ve fucking fallen.
“Keep steady,” growled my father as we started down the aisle.
Sas waited at the opposite end of the aisle, towering like a redwood between the priest and Graff. It was so weird to see him near a priest because never in a million years would I accuse Sas of being religious.
However, he cleaned up good. Too good. Or maybe my encounter with him after the rehearsal dinner swayed my point of view. Someone even got him into a bowtie for this, though he still wore his cut and boots rather than a tuxedo jacket and dress shoes. The look fit him. And moreover, it fit me now. So much that my stomach twisted just from looking at him waiting for me.
Another jolt rocked my body for a split second, and I was thankful for my father’s strong grip on me. It was the only time in my life I’d been able to lean on him when I thought I might fall. And then he spoke and soured the moment.
“It’s too late to go back now,” Papà whispered.
I had no plans to as I stepped toward my future husband. There was only lust for now, but after last night, I could see a glimmer of light in the dark abyss. Plus, he was letting me have Graff. Giving him to me in a gorgeous, enormous package. I’m not sure what I expected from a marriage, but it wasn’t a union that would allow me multiple partners that could meet different needs in very different ways.
Sas would be my rough and demanding lover. Graff, my artist lover... someone who would hold me in one breath and fuck me silly in the next.
I glanced from the corner of my eye, and Rafe stood in the shadows of the room. He watched me under his dark eyelashes, monitoring my every movement. He seemed to know me better than I knew myself, and he would give me all the protection and stability I’d never known I craved.
The vibrator quivered again inside my pussy, and I tried not to falter. Thankfully, my long skirt hid the juices running down my legs. I faced forward as the vibrations jostled my cunt. Sas had one hand hidden behind his body as he flashed a grin.
What a bastard.
But he was my bastard. All three of them were.
He rotated his wrist, flashing the controller, and another zing of pleasure rushed through me. I swallowed a small whine, fighting the urge to jerk. My father was already watching me too closely.
Sas and Graff shared a look, Sas nudging his side. Graff always smiled, but he managed to keep his face a little closed off now. Everyone was staring at us—well, me—and they might notice. Though, they wouldn’t know what would be happening between my thighs when Sas hit that button.
Furthermore, I really didn’t need Caterina to get any ideas.
My father stopped us below the steps, and Sas stepped down, skipping three steps. He waited for my father to pass me off. Wasn’t that always how it went for women?
Passed off from one man to another?
Today, the notion didn’t bother me so much.
I was relieved to get away from my father and happier to take Sas’s hand. His long fingers enveloped and dwarfed mine. He moved it to guide me up the stairs, but I couldn’t lift my foot onto the first stair before Sas hit the button again, and the buzzing of the vibrator rocked through my pussy.
A grunt escaped, and my muscles froze as my eyes cut up and sideways to meet his amused look. Holding down the button for a long time, a shit-eating grin spread across his face. A devilish glint reflected in his eyes.
How perfect for a Catholic church. I was letting the literal devil into my pussy. Pleasure rushed through me, and I clamped my lips shut, swallowing moan after moan. It was becoming too much. It would break me, and I would fall, seizing on the floor with pleasure.
I glared at Sas, wanting to yell at him, but if I unlocked my jaw, the sounds that would come would be anything but angry. I couldn’t screech in front of a church full of people.
Suddenly, he looked away, and the buzzing stopped. I could finally breathe, but my breath hitched as one of my father’s capos rushed down the aisle. Bright Las Vegas light leaked in, bringing in the heat—as if I wasn’t sweating enough—and the guards straightened, reaching for the guns at their sides.
The MC jolted up from the pews too. Everyone went on guard, eyes wide and scanning the crowd. I tore my gaze away from Sas and Graff. My father had his head bent as Gio Barone stepped up and whispered in his ear.
“Papà?” I mumbled, my voice shaking, but I couldn’t move.
Sas grabbed my hand and then placed me behind his body, sandwiching me between him and Graff. I could smell my artist at my back and feel his breathing on my neck. I wanted to kick away from them and show that I could handle myself.
If pressed, I would have to admit that I liked having them there, but with the commotion between father and Gio, I couldn’t enjoy being the centerpiece of an Adelina sandwich.
“Father?” I asked, peeking around Sas.
My husband—future husband was like stone, rigid with tension. He spied his surroundings, moving his head slowly. He stood above the crowd.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” answered Graff behind me when Sas didn’t answer.
My father and Gio stood off to the side, their heads bent together. Their murmurings were too quiet for me to hear, silenced still by the “Here Comes the Bride” music playing overhead. People muttered in the pews, but we were the Mafia and the MC becoming just as large.
Things like this happened. Often.
“Let’s go.” My father straightened up and snapped his fingers. “Neomi, Caterina,” he called out, followed by other names.
My mother and sister scrambled after Gio, others in la Famiglia leaving too.
All except Rafe.
“What is it?” demanded Sas.
“Normal business,” said my father.
“Bullshit,” growled Sas.
“Things like this happen in la Famiglia. As you know,” said my father and then looked past Sas. “I’ve given you away, mia figlia. Get married. Congratulations. I’m sure we’ll talk soon.” Then he stalked out of the church with my family and his capos on his heels.
“Princess?” muttered Sas.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled, staring at my father’s back. I couldn’t see my sister or mother. Where was my family going? Why did they leave?
Wilde stepped in front of Massimo, and now they were arguing. Sas lurched forward a step, but I touched Sas’s hand. He glanced over his shoulder at me with his jaw set and eyes hard. He had lost that devilish smile, and I missed it.
“Let’s get married,” I said.
“Do you really think this is the time?” growled Sas.
I rolled my eyes, and he narrowed his gaze on me. I would pay for that later, and a thrill ran through my body. Before, in fact, a physical thrill ran through me, leaving me jerking. I swallowed my gasp.
“We have the time now,” I said through gritted teeth, but my voice wavered. “Marry me.”
“You sound needy,” he said.
“I’m just saving you from repeating this wedding day over again.” I bit down and closed my eyes as another tremor racked through my body. When I opened my eyes, I gritted out, “Unless you like wearing a tux.”
One of his ruddy brows shot up. “I would have to give your presents to you all over again.”
“You mean Graff?” I winked at my artist as he circled over behind Sas again.
“And this.”
Buzzing filled my cunt, then stopped abruptly.
“Fine. Let’s get married.” Sas hauled me up the stairs and in front of the priest and barked at him. “Start.”
I laughed. Just like him.
Apparently not liking that, Sas hit the button again.
“Wait!” I held up a finger to the priest and turned to Sas. “I can’t say vows if you keep that up.”
He only smirked.
I could barely comprehend how my wedding went, not when I was glancing at where my father had gone and the vibrator constantly going off in my pussy. It started and then stopped, Sas watching me from the corner of his eye with a bemused look. He enjoyed it too much, though a vein pulsated in his neck. He was stressed about something, but I couldn’t think clearly enough to worry about what.
We finished the vows—or at least I thought I repeated them clearly—and Graff handed Sas the ring.
When Sas slid a simple rose-gold band on my hand and lifted my hand to his lips to plant a small kiss, I inhaled sharply. Like the giver, it wasn’t fancy, and I adored it.
The buzzing followed, and every muscle in my body stiffened, fighting my want to succumb to the pleasure.
When prompted, I reached into the breast cup of my dress and fondled the three bands. Two would be given later, when I found the right times. Picking the smoothest of the three, I echoed the priest’s words as I slid it on Sas’s left third finger.
He turned his hand over then back again and curled his fingers.
“Did I do well?” I whispered.
He gave me a crooked smile. “I’ll show you how well you did, Princess Lina.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.”
“I now declare you husband and wife,” announced the priest. “You may kiss the bride!”
Sas leaned down, slid his long fingers up along my cheek and into my hair. His hazel eyes bored into me, and it was all I could do not to pant.
“Come for me,” he said and slammed his mouth to mine.
A moan immediately escaped me, only growing in sound as Sas held down the button and plundered my mouth. My sore pussy was wet and steaming, and I knew the vibrator would fall out soon if we kept this up.
He growled into my mouth, and I came. My orgasm wasn’t spent by the time he pulled back and whispered, “You’re going to tell me all about receiving your wedding gift from Graff as I fuck you senseless tonight.”
He tapped the button of the remote control one more time, and another buzz went up through my body. I almost fell.
When Sas pulled back from me, I finally realized that the crowd was applauding us, half politely and half rowdily. The rowdy half belonged to the MC. Sas scowled at them, but I heard Graff laughing like a kid. In the shadows of the MC, Rafe was smiling too, even if it looked pained. I slipped my arm into the crook of Sas’s elbow, and we walked down the aisle together. As the church doors opened, the Vegas sun blinded me.
Then Sas disappeared... or was ripped away from my side.
Someone yelled, “Simeon Tate, you are under arrest for?—”
“Arrest?” I asked.
Rough hands grabbed me and hauled me away.
I tried to reach for my new husband. “Sas? Sas!”
“Stay back,” growled Sas as I blinked the sun from my eyes.
Graff had his hands on my forearms, pulling me away from Sas who was now flat on the hood of a cop car. Guns pointed at him, all held by police in their LVPD uniforms. They had been waiting for us. Why?
Wilde was at Graff’s side. “Call Angel and get Melanie here ASAP.”
Melanie? Who was Melanie?
I thought I knew Angel, but my brain was muddled from all the hormones and now this.
Why wasn’t Wilde doing something as Sas’s Prez?
The police now had Sas in handcuffs and were hauling him to his feet. He had his head up and shoulders rolled back. He even looked relaxed when being arrested, but I knew that anger sitting in his tight jaw. I had seen it many times.
“Come on,” said Rafe, appearing on my other side. “We can’t stay here.”
I started, “But we have to?—”
“You can’t do anything, Adelina,” hissed Rafe. “We just have to get out of the way.”
I looked to Graff helplessly, and he nodded solemnly. His perpetual smile was gone.
The police pushed Sas into a police car as Rafe’s cell phone started to ring. He pulled it out, and I heard my father’s muffled voice on the other end: “I don’t give a fuck if Tate rots in prison. The MC is still going to intercept the diamond shipment.”
The police car pulled away with Sas inside.
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