𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 (𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆)

23

The Bride
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I felt myself get tired as I watched three men dance and sing their hearts out to "California Girls" by Katy Perry.

Fuck, they were drunk, and considering the throb in my head and the way I bumped into five people trying to reach Dante, Enzo, and Mateo, I could tell that I was too.

I tapped Rossi on the shoulder and he turned immediately, looking at me with raised eyebrows.

"Let's go home!" I yell over the loud music.

He looks at me like I just said I wanted to dance naked on top of the Burj Khalifa.

"Sorry lady I have a wife," he says, showing me the ring on his finger.

Is he serious?

I roll my eyes as he looks proud of himself.

"I am your wife!" I yell, even louder, and he blinks hard, clearing his sight before his face turns into utter joy.

"My wife, look Dante it's my wife," he says, the same way a little boy would be excited over a new toy.

I look over at Dante, who doesn't care one bit but is more into convincing a girl that he's the same Dante who wrote "Inferno"

"I think we should go home," I tell Rossi again, and this time he nods right away.

"Everything for my wife," he says and takes my hand to lead me out of the club.

"Are you sure you want to leave? I don't know when will you get another chance to break the rules," he asks, seeming to sober up the second fresh air hits his face.

"I mean you only drank tonight."

That wasn't true. What he doesn't know is that I tried a cigarette from Sofia.

I didn't like it.

And I am starting to question why he smokes.

"I've broken plenty," I say, grabbing his hand and leading us to his car.

I only make it a few feet before he pulls me back and my head crashes with his chest.

I look at him, confused as his eyes scan me.

"What did you do?" he asks, his voice deep and dominant. And in that moment I knew that we were both too drunk to be having this conversation.

"I'll tell you in the morning," I say, trying to lead him again, but this time I don't even make a step before I'm pulled back again, this time with two arms around my waist.

"You will tell me now," he orders, pushing his body against mine, and making me clutch my teeth. He was so close, I felt him everywhere.

His smell filled my nostrils, and I couldn't help but lose myself in his scent.

I looked up at him, his dark and possessive eyes staring back at me. His narrowed gaze looked me up and down, owning every inch with his eyes.

My breathing grew shallow, and my skin got washed over with goosebumps.

"Tell me what you did, Isabella." a shiver went down my spine.

I got so used to him calling me Bella that hearing him call me by my real name made my skin burn and the tips of my fingers tingle with anticipation.

"I drank, and I tried smoking," I tell in all honesty.

He nods slowly, letting the information sink in.

"Just that," he says while his eyes still hold the possessive spark.

"Just that."

The corners of his mouth lift and I swallow, my hands moving to hold his forearms for support from falling.