Page 127 of Sinful Sacrifice

I’d have spit it out.

“Genesis,” I tease, “you little finger whore.”

She doesn’t look one bit embarrassed. “Getting fingered doesn’t add to my body count, and I get off. Win-win for me.”

That is a good point.

“How about I pull up that dress of yours and show you how much I’ve improved?” Luca asks, stepping closer. “We both know you love an audience.”

“I’ll pass.” She smiles at him with no shame.

If someone was publicly talking about fingers in my vagina, my entire body would turn the blush pink Damien loves so much.

That’s something I admire about Genesis.

She doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her.

Genesis gestures to me. “This is Pippa. She’s Amara’s dance teacher and strictly off-limits.”

“Wrong,” a stern voice says from behind me.

I whip around to find Benny, Cristian’s son, approaching us.

All these men just sneak up out of nowhere.

Do they learn that in Mafia school or something?

Benny’s hand is clasped around his wife, Neomi’s. While I’ve never met her, everyone knows who she is. She’s also the woman who was accidentally shot in the crosshairs of Antonio’s father calling a hit against Benny.

She’s petite and around the same height as me, and like all the other Marchetti Mafia wives, she’s stunning.

“Don’t let Luca convince you he doesn’t know who she is,” Benny adds, joining our group. “The asshole just enjoys playing games with people.”

I’m quiet for a moment, taking in Benny while also not wanting to appear rude for doing it in front of his wife. He’s the younger version of Cristian. People claim he’ll be as ruthless as his father when he takes over.

Luca points at me with his glass. “You’re the dancer Damien is obsessed with and also his fiancée’s cousin.”

“You’re such a jerk,” Neomi says while Genesis mutters, “Asshole.”

“What?” Luca throws out his arms and shrugs. “We watched the Lombardis for months”—his eyes dart straight to me—“and you. You’re quite the dancer. Care to share a dance with me?”

“I don’t think Antonio would appreciate me murdering someone at his wedding.”

I nearly drop my glass at the sound of Damien’s voice.

It terrifies me yet is my favorite tune.

It was once my comfort song, and now, it’s my heartbreak one.

He squeezes between Genesis and me, glowering at Luca.

“I was afraid you’d ruin the fun,” Luca says, unfazed. He knows Damien won’t ruin the wedding. “Genesis, we’re back to you, then.”

“She’s good,” Julian says, joining us.

Luca places his hand over his heart. “The Bellini brothers wound me, taking all the gorgeous women here.”

“How about you go dance with Isabella then?” Neomi comments.

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