Page 1 of Stolen Mafia Vows
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EMILY
“Go and speak to them.”
“What? Who?” Heat rushes into my cheeks, and I wish I had Sienna’s cool.
I know that Sienna met my brother Kyle in a nightclub. I don’t know the exact details of what happened, but the story goes that they met, connected with this immediate fiery spark of attraction, and then drove off into the sunset together.
Literally.
Like characters from a romance novel.
Only I don’t have the balls to do that.
Or maybe I should rephrase that statement. I don’t have the balls to approach the hottest stranger on the entire planet, in the Arrivals lounge of Dublin Airport, Ireland, while I’m waiting for my family to arrive from New York in our private jet.
Why?
Because my brothers would make limb-shaped bunting out of any guy they thought wanted to get inside my panties, and then my dad would use the bunting as a piñata just to be sure that said guy got the message.
“The flight was an hour late leaving New York.” Sienna’s eyebrows slant upward like she already got the mental image of a hot red-haired guy dangling upside down from the rafters of the Arrivals lounge.
She isn’t telling me that I’m wrong about my family’s reaction. She’s telling me to utilize the sixty-minute delay wisely and then make sure that I’m back here before my dad and my brothers can sense my rosy cheeks and racing pulse.
“You know you want to.” Sienna elbows me in the ribs, her eyes darting slyly towards the two men, heads bent over a game of cards on the coffee table between them, like they have no clue that I even exist. “What have you got to lose?”
“Um, have you seen that guy?”
“Sure. When was the last time you looked in a mirror, Em?” Her eyes slide back and forth between me and the hottie again, like she doesn’t understand my point. “I’ve seen the way he’s been watching you.”
My face feels like someone took a blowtorch to it. “Do you even know which one I mean?” I hiss, barely moving my lips.
They’re both actual sex-Gods, and even though they’re obviously brothers, it’s like looking at the sun and the moon sitting side by side. Even though I can’t figure out why, exactly.
“Yep, the one on the right.” Sienna holds my gaze. “So, are you going to sit here for the next hour making excuses not to speak to him, or are you going to stand up, march right over there, and teach them how to play properly? Cards,” she addsquickly when I open my mouth to protest. “How to play cards.”
I suck my top lip to suppress a smile. “I don’t even know what game they’re playing.”
“Who cares?” Sienna shrugs. “I don’t think either of you have set a game of poker at the top of your agenda.”
“Sienna!” I can’t help smiling though. “You’re a bad influence, you know that? And when my dad arrives, I’ll tell him this was all your idea.”
“Some might say I’m exactly the influence you need right now.” I open my mouth again, and she shuts me down. Again. “Go. Before I speak to them myself, because, believe me, your cheeks will need a ton of ice to cool down if I go over there.”
I suck in a deep breath, expanding my diaphragm. It does nothing to calm the heavy drumbeat of my heart. “What about you? What will?—”
“Go! I’m Googling sexy lingerie for pregnant women.” She laughs when my smile fades rapidly. “I’m getting married in two days. I might be seven and a half months pregnant, but I still want to f?—”
“I’m going.” I’m on my feet before she can finish. “I’ll try not to complete that sentence in my head.”
Her laughter follows me across the Arrivals lounge towards the two men, who both turn their heads and stare at me like I’m the enemy approaching their territory.
But I only have eyes for one of them. I didn’t believe Sienna when she said that he’d been watching me too, but his gaze is so intense that the world seems to slow down while I cover the distance between us floating six inches above the ground. I feel likeI’m in a dream scene from a movie when I sit beside him, and he smiles at me, his gray eyes stormy. All he needs now is a flash of lightning to strike me dead in his lap.
His brother says something that doesn’t connect inside my brain.
“I’m going to lay a card.” Gray eyes don’t leave mine as the sex-God slides a card from his hand and tosses it onto the table.
