Page 126 of Sinful Sacrifice

How a bride and groom should feel.

You should be able to see the love and devotion in their eyes like you do Gigi’s and Antonio’s.

They defied people to marry each other.

Nearly caused a war for their love.

Gigi refused to back down and demanded nothing but true love.

“Gigi is stunning, obvi,” Genesis comments. “But Cristian Marchetti? I’d call him Daddy any-damn-time. His wife is lucky.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s also lucky to have his wife.”

“True, Natalia is hot as hell. If a woman marries an older man, it should be someone like Cristian. Rich, hot AF, and willing to murder your ex.”

I nudge her with my elbow. “That dead ex is the groom’s brother.”

She flicks her hand through the air. “Oh, please. No one liked Vinny, including Antonio.”

“Oh my God, I can’t with you.”

My gaze slips back to Damien.

He’s still watching me.

I shut my eyes, my mistake haunting me.

I should’ve said yes a long time ago.

My stubbornness cost me love.

Cost me everything.

The sun sets around the courtyard, adding to its beauty.

After the wedding, we retreated inside the ballroom to watch the first dance. Cristian and Gigi shared their father-daughter dance, and then Genesis and I went outside again. We need fresh air, and the many open bars throughout the castle-like building and courtyard are nice too. Cristian spared no expense on Gigi’s wedding.

“We’re in Mafia heaven,” Genesis sings out. “Or if we’re being technical, hell. No way is God granting any of them a ticket to heaven.”

“I should’ve brought Darcy as my plus-one,” I grumble, shaking my head.

“Darcy wouldn’t have been as much fun.” She wiggles her shoulders. “I’m the fun-time one of our group.”

“Genesis, what a surprise to see you here,” a man says, approaching us. He holds out his hand toward me. “Luca. I don’t believe we’ve formally met.”

Luca is hot as hell with dark hair and a seductive smile.

I also recognize him from the blog post I read forever ago when researching Damien.

“Luca is a Marchetti,” Genesis explains, as if giving a report. “Marchettis are nothing but trouble. I wouldn’t speak to him if I were you.”

Luca smirks at her, and I can’t believe she’s speaking to him like that. “Oh, baby Genesis, do I need to shut your smart mouth by making you come on my fingers again?”

I pull back in disbelief. “Wait … you and him?”

Genesis rolls her eyes. “I was, like, sixteen when I let him finger me with his inexperienced hand. I hope your trigger finger has improved since the last time you played with my clit.”

Good thing I haven’t taken a sip of the champagne yet.

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