The Brightest Star

Chapter 26

Warning: smut

"That was brilliant," I smile up at Dom as soon as the elevator doors close.

He smiles back at me, "it went perfectly."

"We should celebrate," I declare before shifting my gaze to Marco. "Don't you think?"

"Sicuramente, principessa," he smirks.
(Most certainly, princess)

Leon leans his back against the wall of the lift, "what are you thinking, sweetheart?"

"Well we definitely need champagne," I nod.

"Consider it done," Dom chuckles, taking out his phone. As he tucks it back into his pocket the elevator doors open.

My eyes widen as I take in the suite. Dominic places his hand on my lower back and urges me further inside. It's a gorgeous open space with white leather couches and marble floors.

"What do you think, mia stella?" Dom murmurs against my ear.

Chills race down my spine as his lips brush against my ear, "it's amazing. Do you own this hotel?"

"I do," he says simply.

I continue to explore the suite, looking out the wall length windows. The lights of the city shine beneath us. Dom stays close, maybe a foot or two behind me as I take in the room. I watch them all in the reflection of the windows.

Marco and Leon head straight for the lounge area. Leon is quick to take off his jacket and tie, tossing both items aside. He drops down onto the love seat and spreads his legs. Marco simply pulls his gun from the waistband of his pants and tosses it onto the coffee table. He loosens his tie as he lounges back on the couch.

The elevator doors opening makes me turn around. Another man in a suit appears with two bottles of champagne and a set of flutes. Dom leaves my side to retrieve the items.

I sit on the couch beside Marco. He casually drapes his arm along the back of the couch, his fingers ghosting against my bare shoulder. Dom places one of the bottles on the table with the glasses. He winks at me before peeling off the foil of the one in his hand.

"To getting rid of that fucking bitch," Leon grabs one of the bottles.

"To fucking with Pietro," Marco laughs.

Dom pops the cork, making me jump, and foam spills over his hand, "per mia stella."
(For my star)

I can't help but to smile. Dom fills the glasses and Marco passes me one. The chilled liquor brings a familiar warmth to my chest as I drink. Dom sits on the other side of me on the couch, his hand finding my thigh.

We drink the champagne, laughing and joking around. It's a proper celebration with the four of us. As the bubbling alcohol fills my system, my cheeks begin to redden. I look around at the men.

Leon has discarded nearly every piece of his suit save for the pants, wearing only his wife beater. His colorful tattoos are on full display as he hides his laugh behind his glass. He's less serious when he's been drinking, at least a little bit.

Marco's cheeks are flushed from the alcohol but that smirk of his never leaves his face. His tie is loosened and he's taken off his suit jacket.

Dominic is the most composed of the three. His suit is still in its pristine form and, the only thing missing is his gun that sits on the coffee table. His hands haven't left my body for even a second though. Running his fingers through my hair, brushing his hand across my shoulder, gripping my thigh.

"Mia stella," Dom whispers in my ear. His voice is low and husky and it makes me take a shaky breath.

"Yes?"