Page 159 of Their Princess

Graff stiffened, almost looking disgusted and embarrassed, but I chuckled. Her father had made her marry one of us, sure, but what happened in the open at the club house wasn’t her father’s doing. And Adelina wanted more now.

She wanted us both.

“Maybe I’ll be next,” Caterina said.

Adelina snorted. “Papà has already traded me off. He won’t allow you to marry outside of la Famiglia.”

Caterina worked her jaw. “Not even for love.”

“Don’t be foolish,” said Adelina. “Papà doesn’t believe in love.”

Graff looked away, and I nudged him. This catfight was just getting good. Adelina didn’t pull her punches, and her younger sister was nearly in tears, Cat’s bottom lip quivering. Our little princess had a ruthless streak a mile wide.

“Look, here comes Mamà now,” said Adelina, grabbing Caterina’s arm and forcing her away from us. I laughed at their backs.

Graff shot me a look, and I said, “Don’t take this so seriously, brother.”

“You obviously don’t have siblings,” he grumbled.

Low blow. “One,” I said and plucked a flute of champagne off a passing waiter’s tray.

“Well, I had many.”

“Your point?” I raised one brow.

“You don’t get in the middle of those spats, Sas.” Graff scratched the stubble on his jaw.

“Do you want to get Adelina pregnant and have her pump out all your kids? Have a big family like you did in the commune?”

Graff’s nostrils flared, and I waited. I had meant it as a joke, but maybe he did want to breed her.

I barked a single laugh. “Well, you’ve gotta wait until I’ve gotten full use of her pussy. No babies stretching it out and leaving a floppy, gaping hole.”

“Nice,” Graff said, shaking his head. “No wonder you draw in all the girls.”

I drained the champagne. “Like flies to shit.”

“It’s time,” said Wilde as he walked past us, holding a glass of amber liquid.

“Hey, where’d you get that?”

“They’re bringing it into the office,” Wilde said. “Get your ass in gear.”

I put the delicate glass down and walked after Wilde, Graff checking over his shoulder.

“What’s up?” I asked.

Prez turned to us, eyeing the capos and Mafia lining Massimo’s office. We were fucking outnumbered, but that hadn’t stopped us before. “Massimo’s ready to chat about the shipment.” said the Prez.

I rolled my eyes. “Why the fuck does Massimo have anything to say about it?”

“He’s posturing,” said Graff.

Wilde folded his thick arms over his chest. “He’shelping.”

“It’s gonna get us in trouble,” I muttered, balling my hand into a fist.

“He’s trying to get the capos and whoever else on his side,” said Wilde. “Some of Massimo’s men don’t wanna cross into another territory.”

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