Page 99 of Unforgiving Queen
He knew this fucking wedding would never happen. Knew I wouldn’t allow it. Besides, I had a plan lined up and ready to be set in motion. I couldn’t fucking wait.
The only thing that worried me was whether my brother had touched her. I didn’t want either one of them to live through the hell I’d lived through, regardless of my feelings toward this farce of an engagement.
“Have you talked to Mother and Hiroshi?” Dante asked randomly.
I shook my head. “You didn’t invite her to this joyful party?” I retorted dryly.
“I did, but they didn’t want to come.” Might as well.
I focused on what I could control and let my eyes skate over the crowd. They landed on Reina just in time to see Romero grab her forearm, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
I just about lunged forward, demanding he take his hands off her, when Dante’s voice stopped me.
“Romero has no control over his daughters,” he deadpanned, watching him yank her forward, albeit not roughly enough to raise concern.
A growl vibrated in my chest and Dante flicked me a curious look, but he said nothing as Romero and Reina approached us.
My emotions were tightly wound but I hid them all behind a saccharine smile. My heart pounded hard in my chest as the faint scent of cinnamon trickled into my nose and spread into my lungs.
“Ah, here’s my fiancée,” Dante drawled, leaning over and pressing a kiss to her cheek.
My blood rushed through my veins, searing everything in its path. My ears buzzed with fury, each thud against my chest screaming the word mine.Fucking mine. Mine. Mine.
Reina’s shoulders tensed, keeping her eyes on Dante.
My blood caught fire.
This jealousy would be the death of me. She washishalf sister for Christ’s sake, and it was Dante’s only saving grace. But even the knowledge of their blood relations couldn’t cool this green monster that threatened to disintegrate my control.
“Are you enjoying the party?” Dante asked, his eyebrows twitching.
Reina smiled at him, batting her lashes. What thefuck?
“So freaking much,” she purred, swaying slightly on her feet. “It was so perfect that I never want to repeat it again.”
“Reina—” Romero warned, but she ignored him.
She yanked a glass of wine from a passing tray. The poor waiter looked like he was going to piss himself from the glares he earned from her father.
She brought it to her lips and gulped it down, swallowing once, twice, then draining it dry. I watched as she licked a drop from her lush pink lips. My cock strained against my pants, remembering how well those lips sucked me off. The way her tongue licked me, tasted me.
Fuck!
“It’s not smart to get drunk before your big day,” Dante remarked dryly.
She blinked innocently. “Two days. Plenty of time to recover.” Then, as if she thought of something, she added, “Assuming I stop drinking beforehand.” She was on a roll now. “And I wouldn’t call marriage to you a big day. More like a doomsday.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from grinning. It was clear she didn’t want this wedding, and what my queen wanted, she would get. Although it might not be in the exact manner she preferred.
“Reina, no more alcohol.”
She shrugged. “I’ve been drinking water,” she lied shamelessly, but then a hiccup escaped her and an attractive blush crept up her neck. “P-p—” She hiccuped again. “Promise.” We all watched as she batted her eyelashes and swayed on her feet some more before turning to her father and adding, “Prometto.”
The old Romero opened his mouth, then closed it. And opened it again. “I didn’t know you knew Italian.”
She blinked.
“I do?” Goddamn, she was hammered. It put a small dent in my plans. I couldn’t fuck her when she was this intoxicated. Then, out of nowhere, she waved her hand and sent her wineglass flying into the air, landing a few feet away with a loud shatter. Her blue eyes widened. “I didn’t do it.”
