Page 33 of Devious Kingpin
I fucked up royally this time.
CHAPTER16
Dante
Ileft the bedroom and headed downstairs. I found my brother and cousin already dressed in their tailored suits and sitting at the Bellagio bar by the lobby.
“Ah, there’s the groom,” Priest announced. “I’m surprised you came out of it alive.”
Basilio, deciding to play a jerk too and reminding me that I needed to find a new family, asked, “Your dick still intact?”
My expression hardened and strain entered my body.
“I assume you two will hold back your comments until you’re dead,” I said as I took a seat between them.
“Don’t worry,” Priest replied dryly. “I know when to shut up.”
“That’s debatable,” I muttered.
Basilio felt the need to chime in. “What’s debatable is your fucking plan to tie Juliette Brennan to you. The girl hates your guts.”
“Give it to me softly, why don’t you?”
“You realize that Brennan will put a bullet in your head if he ever finds out what happened last night,” Priest said.
I shrugged as I flagged a bartender over. Priest usually had a good handle on his emotions, but for some reason, he was being a dick today.
“Don’t worry, he won’t risk war with us,” Basilio remarked. “Sofia Volkov is a bigger problem than Juliette.” My cousin’s gaze locked on me. “Although for the fucking life of me I don’t understand why you are so fixated on that girl.”
My brother smirked. “He hasn’t been able to get his cock up for any other girl ever since Juliette bumped into him not-so-accidentally back in Chicago.”
He wasn’t far off. Juliette was the definition of my obsession, had been ever since fate had brought her back into my life. Nothing else had ever come close. The more she fought our attraction, the more fixated I became. Until it was part of me and there was no way out.
I waited. I really did. I tried. I really did.
But instead of her caving to our attraction, she slipped further away from me. So I devised a plan, and it worked. She was now mine.
“I just hope she’s worth it,” Basilio said dryly. “Personally, I think she’s more of a headache than she’s worth.”
“You’re wrong,” I snapped.
Basilio sighed, touching his temple. “I hope my kids are nothing like us.”
I agreed with him; although I was in no rush to bring children into this world. First, I needed my new wife to fall to my charms, then I’d enjoy our time together, and I fucking refused to share her with snotty little kids.
Priest’s eyes darted to something behind me. I looked over my shoulder and spotted Juliette. Her expression darkened as she sent a snide glance my way. She was wearing a red minidress and sky-high heels. I gritted my teeth. Was she trying to have every fucking man from here to Emory’s house drool after her?
A few passersby already stared at her openly, not even trying to hide the desire lurking in their eyes. I wanted to shoot them all, then make her go get dressed in a nun’s outfit.
“Don’t,” Priest warned in a low tone and his eyes locked on mine in that annoying, brooding way. I returned my attention to Juliette. It was a much better view. She was tapping her foot impatiently.
“I don’t have all day,” she snapped. “Are we going or not?”
I didn’t have to look at my brother and cousin to know their mouths twitched. They were such assholes.
“You wanted her, Dante,” Basilio said under his breath as he slapped my shoulder playfully. “Have fun with her.”
I stood up, flipping him the bird. “I hope you have tons of kids that are like their aunt,” I muttered as I walked away.
