Bella Mafia

Chapter 61

Vincent loved how his hand felt on top of Calli's, his wife, as they cut the cake, the photographer snapping every possible moment.

He found that he very much wanted to taste her lips, especially after he'd pushed a tiny piece of sweet cake between them, the way she looked at him was with love.

It was almost time.  Her garter, bouquet and changing was all that stood between their honeymoon and the marriage bed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, could I please direct your attention to the middle of the dance floor.  Mrs. Siranni, please take a seat in the chair.  Mr. Siranni, you know what to do sir."  The DJ was cueing up the song for Vincent to get Calli's garter.

Pretty Woman by Roy Orbison started as Vincent took Calli's hand and helped her to the chair, his eyes taking in every inch of his beautiful wife, his heartbeat accelerating as his hands made their way under her dress.

"Merda" he mumbled as he let his hands stay on her thigh, tracing the lace rim of her stocking and then he silently cursed as he realized that they were being held in place by garters.  She was a vixen, a goddess.  His.

Their eyes burned up one another as he pulled the blue satin and lace material down from her creamy thigh, hmm, thighs that he wanted to lay between.  Christ!  His pants were tightening as his finger traveled down her skin, disappointment on his face when he slipped it off around her shoe.

"All right all the single guys, come on now!  You know who you are!  That's it!  Mr. Siranni, the floor is yours!" The DJ said excitedly as Vincent pulled back on the elastic, letting it fly.

Everyone gasped as it landed in Domenico's hand!  Vincent smirked at his Consigliere as Calli put her hand over her mouth.  Everyone knew that Dom was the consummate bachelor but who knows?  He might just meet someone!

"Alright, now all you single ladies!  Come on, you know who you are!  Mrs. Siranni, the floor is yours!"  The DJ cued up Brick House by The Commodores but before Calli turned to toss the bouquet, she motioned all the ladies to come up and dance with her.

Vincent marveled at how everyone flocked to her and how she put everyone at ease but what shocked him the most was watching her interact with Paulo Calabrio's three year old daughter, Tessa.

She had her in her arms, they were dancing around and the little girl was throwing her head back laughing as Calli dipped her down several times.  Everyone was clapping their hands to the song and having a great time.

"She's a natural with kids" Luca said, standing next to his boss.  He hadn't realized before but Luca was right.  She was made to be a mother and this was a conversation they needed to have and soon.

"She really is" he murmured.  "How does it feel to be married?" Dom asked, his eyes still on the circle of women on the floor.

"Not like I thought it would" Vincent answered honestly.  "I guess it really does matter if you love the person."  He took time to really look at his ring.  She'd done well, this style, it was what he would have gotten himself.

He noticed that the women were back to waiting for his wife to throw her bouquet and then her heard her counting.  "One, two, three!" Calli shouted and let it fly through the air.

It landed right in Bri's open hand!  Both Calli and Bri looked over at Luca, grinning like Cheshire cats!  Luca threw Bri a wolfish grin as Vincent patted him on the back.

Then something happened that surprised him, his mom walked up and took the mic from the DJ, this was something that apparently had been planned.