Page 400 of The Devil's Fire

“I don’t want to hear about your bedroom activities.”

“Why not? I can give you some advice.”

“Do you really think I would need advice?” Damiano raised a brow, entertained by this conversation.

“Maybe. What have you done? I could give you a few tips to spice it up.” Lorenzo asked with a playful smirk.

“More like what haven’t I done.” Damiano said smugly.

There wasn’t anything Althaia didn’t allow him to do. And now, with her hormones going crazy, she had become a wild freak, needing him to please her all the time, and he fucking loved it.

“Fucked her in the ass yet?” Lorenzo looked at him playfully.

“Of course. Have you fucked your wife in the ass yet?”

“I always do.”

They both stared at each other before laughing out loud, amused by how their conversation took a completely different turn.

“Hey! Are you having fun without me?!” Raffaele hurried up to the brothers with a wide grin on his lips. “So, what are we talking about?” He rested his hands on his hips, looking back and forth between them.

“Get a wife and you can join the conversation.” Damiano retorted, hoping he would finally settle with Ava so he could leave him the fuck alone.

Raffaele pouted at his reply.

“Oh, well, I’ve got other things to focus on.” Raffaele looked back into the book he was holding.

For months, day and night, he had begged Althaia and Damiano to officiate their wedding. They shut him down immediately, but as persistent as he was, he annoyed the shit out of them until they were fed up with him. So much that Althaia yelled at him and then gave in to get peace.

Raffaele admitted Althaia was becoming scarier every day, and her hormones were making her a walking menace to everyone. Damiano always looked at her with nothing more than pride when everyone would steer clear of her in fear.

Raffaele mentally scoffed. Psychos really do attract psychos.

The sound of music filled the air, and everyone fell silent as they rose from their seats with their gaze fixated on the doors and awaited the bride’s entrance.

Damiano exhaled slowly and waited for his bride.

Inside the master suite, Althaia took a final look in the mirror, a serene smile gracing her lips.

“Such a beautiful bride.” Eleonora held her hands close to her heart as she looked at her daughter-in-law.

“I know. My baby is getting married.” Jacinta sniffed, wiping away her tears with a tissue. She was looking at her daughter, barely believing this was her wedding day.

“Mamá, don’t cry! You know I will cry too, and I can’t help it.” Althaia already felt the tears coming. Lately, she had been very emotional, and she didn’t want to cry, knowing it would ruin her makeup.

“Sorry, honey.” Jacinta laughed and managed to keep herself in check.

“Well, it’s time to go. Everyone’s waiting.” Cara came back to tell them. She was the Matron of Honor, and she took that title very seriously and made sure everything was absolutely amazing.

Her sister was getting married.

“Okay.” Althaia took a deep breath. She found it funny how she was feeling nervous even though they were already married, but still, it felt so different.

Before she could take a step, Giovanni and Luca made an appearance, looking at her with big smiles on their faces.

“Do you mind if we take a walk with you down the aisle?” Luca asked.

Althaia’s face lit up with a grin as she turned her gaze towards her mother.

---