“Sabrina, you mentioned asking Ryah something. I hope you planned to ask Faith, too. She was the other woman who was there for Levi.” I flashed the fakest smile.

Sabrina grinned uncomfortably.

“We’re here for the toast,” Faith chuckled.

The bartender gave them champagne flutes.

“Faith, Sabrina has something to ask you and Ryah.”

She swept her long black hair over her shoulder. “I’d like you both to be my bridesmaids.”

They all shrilled. “Yes,” Ryah beamed.

“I’d be honored,” Faith added.

I felt Levi’s sinister eyes on me.

You’re welcome, bitch.

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***P***

“YOU’VE BEEN SUCH Agood sport leading up to this trip.” Ryah’s legs tightened around my waist as she clung to my neck.

“Is this shower fuck a reward?”

Ryah’s head fell against the peach tiles. A loud chuckle left her. “Maybe.”

I caressed her ass as her lips met mine. The piping hot water pelted our skin.

“Next year, we’ll get married.” I slid my tongue along the front of her neck.

“Yes, and at twenty-five we’ll be ready to take the throne.” She beamed.

Staring into her eyes, I tucked a long curl behind her ear. “We’ve been in a relationship for years.”

A tear slipped down her cheek. “Seven years, to be exact. We’ve been to hell and back. I’m marrying my best friend, Rocco Leonardo Andrisani.”

“I’ve waited a long time to have you as my wife Ryah Midori Conti.”

“You have. The renovations are complete on our forever home. By the age of Twenty-seven we can revisit starting a family.”

I plunged my cock deep inside her pussy. “Yeah, we can get started on those ten kids.”

Ryah’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Fuck yeah.” Her head snapped forward. “I mean, no.”

I slammed into her again.

“We don’t need an army,” she moaned.

“Yes, we do, Ryah. Our trusted little people won’t take anyone’s shit.”

She smiled against my lips as I circled inside her. “Oh, fuck.”

Her face twisted. “They wouldn’t. I hope I have at least one boy. We’ll name him Rocco Jr.”

“Just what the world needs, another heartless motherfucker like me.”