Page 68 of Beautiful Vows

I'm surprised my stepmother hasn't tried to change it. Though, now I know why, that’ll never happen.

"Would you like a drink?" a server asks as she rushes out of the kitchen with my stepmother following closely behind.

I shake my head. But she's already ignoring me. Her eyes gleam as she spots Dante and Rafe.

"What happened to you?" the server asks Rafe. Her mouth opens wide as she stares at his still bruised face.

"Stop being rude, Melanie," my stepmother hisses behind her.

"Sorry, can I get you gentlemen a drink?" she asks, flustered. Her gaze wanders back to Dante, and I watch as her eyes roam up and down his body.

"Bourbon for me," Dante says, smiling at me as I stare at her as she gives him the eye.

He strolls to me, his arm slips around my waist as he pulls me to him and whispers, "Are you jealous?"

"Is she on a death wish?"

He chuckles and pulls me to his side. "There's only you for me, but I like this side of you."

"Jealousy!"

"You knowing you're mine and I'm yours." Dante laughs as the front door opens and his brother, Xander, and his friend, Cole, stroll in.

"Fuck, Rafe, what happened to you?" Cole asks.

"Hey Lia," Milly yells from the kitchen. "Come here."

"My sister beckons."I roll my eyes heavenward as I follow her voice into the kitchen.

It's just as austere as the rest of the house. All sleek, hidden appliances and flat-front charcoal cabinetry. Two islands stand in the middle. One with a thick slab of Italian marble. The other has a stove in the middle.

And on the other side of the island sits Lorenzo Bianchi.

I smile. "You know Enzo," Milly says, rushing to his side and pressing a kiss on his cheek. "We're…"

"Dating," he finishes for her.

Oh, my life. This won’t end well. I know because neither Romeo nor Con were happy to hear of their flourishing relationship.

"Hi Enzo, how are you?"

He smiles. "Good and you?"

"Not too bad, thanks." I really need to get out of here and forewarn Rafe, but then I glance through the open kitchen doorway and see Dominic talking to my three men, and Xander and Cole.

I turn back to Enzo and Milly and point between them. "And how does Romeo feel about the two of you?" I ask. I don't want to even mention anything about Mateo.

Jesus, these two are playing with fire.

She tilts one shoulder high in the air and says, "Who cares? He doesn't. I don't…"

"You'll have to have an arranged marriage, won't you?" I ask Enzo. Secretly, the question is aimed at Milly—a subtle reminder about who she's dating.

She grins. "He doesn't. He's the head of his family, and he can do anything he wants. And right now, we're getting ready to go to the casino."

"You're not staying for dinner."

"No way."

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