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“It doesn’t ring a bell, but I’ll look into it. Thank you.” Trixy comes to the rescue when her eyes land on the ring on Sienna’s finger.

“Shut the actual front door!” She grabs Sienna’s hand, looking between the ring and me as if she cannot believe what she sees.

“I guess you won’t be Sienna Walker for much longer, either. Is it fair to say you will soon become Deangelo?” Her eyes dart between us, and Sienna’s huge grin gives her the confirmation she seeks.

“Oh my god, we need to celebrate! George, give us four shots of your best absinth!” Trixy squeals and hugs Sienna before attemptingto dothe same with me. Usually, I would avoid this kind of affection, but today, I hug her awkwardly back.

I wish I could capture the look of shock on her face.

“God damn. This is a miracle.” Trixy hands each of us a shot that George, the barman, has just placed on the bar.

“To an event I never thought I would bear witness to.” She clinks her glass against ours, and then we down the liquid, the burn down my throat welcome.

Sienna coughs and then takes a sip of her wine while Trixy laughs.

“Well, we need to make the rounds, but I’ll see you both later,” Roger says as one of the guests calls them from a nearby table.

“You see, you have changed. You just engaged in a hug.” Sienna looks way too pleased with herself, and I smirk.

“This is what your pussy does to me.” Sienna slaps a hand over my mouth, looking around us as her cheeks flame red.

I lick her palm, her eyes widening before she removes her hand.

“You like my dirty mouth. I could feel how wet it made you this morning. It is even making you wet now.”

She squirms and takes a sip of her wine, rolling her eyes in exasperation while a smile plays on her lips.

“You have no way of checking,” she challenges, holding my gaze with those beautiful green eyes that glint with defiance.

“Rainbow, don’t play with fire. I’ll sling you over my shoulder and carry you to that little room right over there,” I point to the powder room I had spied earlier, “and everyone will know how wet you are when they hear my cock slamming into that wet pussy of yours.” She chokes on her sip of wine, spluttering as I rub her back soothingly.

I laugh, enjoying this way more than I should. I haven’t attended many weddings, but this is by far the best one, thanks toher.

My phone rings, and all the happiness I feel immediatelyfades,especially when I see the caller ID.

“Marcello,” I greet, keeping my eyes locked with Sienna’s. She senses my change in mood and is looking at me with concern.

“It has been arranged for tonight at eight. You will have five hours only.” I look at my watch, confirming I have just over four hours.

“Excellent. Thank you, Marcello. I owe you.”

“No. This is for Sienna. No debt is incurred.” And with that, the phone line goes dead.

I quickly send Bob and Gavin a message, telling them to expect adangerous guest at the warehouse shortly. When I look up, Sienna is eyeing me skeptically.

“What’s wrong?” I debate whether I should tell her now or later, but luckily, that decision is taken from me as the best man announces that the newlywed couple will be taking to the dance floor for their first song.

Sienna gives me a look that tells me this conversation isn’t over before turning to face the dance floor set up in the hall's center. The lights have been dimmed, and soft music fills the air as Mr. and Mrs. Holloway start dancing. They look like they have taken professional lessons. When other couples start joining, I hold my hand out to Sienna. Her smile is so wide, and her eyes dance with joy. I know she loves dancing. I watched her enough times dancing alone in her home when I stalked her to know how much.

I place my hand on her waist, drawing her closer as she rests her hand on my shoulder. If home were a feeling, this would be it—the warmth of having her in my arms, the pull of being in her orbit.

Her beautiful green eyes stay locked with mine as we move to the music.

“I love dancing.”

“I know.” Her eyebrow lifts at my words, and then some of herhumor fades.

“I didn’t know you were looking into my father's murder. Thank you, Damon.” She is thanking me when I am the one who feels indebted to her. She who has given my life meaning.

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