Page 75 of Matteo
“Your man,” he corrected, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I rolled my eyes, but there was no avoiding the way my chest trembled. Truth be told, I liked Matteo’s possessiveness.
“Who would’ve thought we’d end up here?” I said wistfully.
He chuckled. “You mean after you kicked me in the balls, broke my nose, and I pulled your hair every chance I had when we were teenagers?”
I glared at him playfully. “I hated that, by the way.”
He shot me an innocent look. “But you like it when I tug on your hair while I fuck you.”
My cheeks heated and I ignored the throbbing between my legs. It would take time to get used to Matteo’s filthy vocabulary.
I gently pushed him away, squealing when he slapped my ass. “I’ll see you later at your parents’ house.”
When we arrived at the Vitale manor around noon, the place was swarming with bulletproof cars, bored-looking armed guards,and a sea of both familiar and unfamiliar faces. Dark suits with guns strapped into holsters. Aviator glasses. Mafia bosses.
“This place looks like the godfathers of the world got together,” Penelope muttered.
“Let’s hope nobody dies,” I chimed in. “And don’t worry, once we change into formal attire, we’ll probably fit right in.”
I pulled around the circular driveway and the first face we ran into was my uncle Luca, pacing outside.
His dark eyes landed on all of us.
“Ah, my favorite girls are finally here,” he greeted, pulling his daughter, Penelope, into a hug. “What did I tell you all about driving with the top down? It’s dangerous.”
“What did I tell you about your paranoia?” I asked as I turned off the ignition and jumped out, my sisters behind me. “Besides, my car, my rules. You better worry about Aunt Margaret with your declaration of us being your favorites over her.”
Penelope chuckled. “That definitely won’t end well for you, Papa.”
It took only a glance to know that Penelope was a daddy’s girl through and through. She still got herself into plenty of trouble, but it was always her papa she turned to.
“What wouldn’t end well?” Aunt Margaret appeared, dressed in a showstopping silver ball gown, and it was no wonder Uncle Luca was head over heels for her. The woman was stunning.
“Don’t listen to these troublesome girls, mia bella,” he drawled, wrapping his hand around her waist.
“Pfft, we’re basically saints,” Hannah declared, gesturing a makeshift halo around her head. “Are Mom and Dad here?”
Uncle Luca nodded. “And your brothers. Nico caught them on the highway doing wheelies.”
Gianna grinned. “Oooh, busted. Idiots!”
“And your parents want to talk to you, Hannah,” Aunt Margaret added.
I flicked her a curious look, but before I could say anything, Penelope snickered. “Maybe someone else is busted too.”
“You better not take any of us down with you,” Gianna hissed.
Hannah flipped her off as she climbed the steps two at a time, but then she stopped midway as she passed Aunt Margaret’s brother, Kyran Callahan. Rich and unmarried, he had women younger than us chasing after him even though he was much older. I knew this because we attended his birthday party last year, where a woman literally threw herself at him—naked. Five other women soon “lost” their clothes too, and suddenly, it was a nudist party.
Dad said, and I quote, “That’s the last fucking party of his we ever attend.”
“I swear, if she blabs to anyone, I’m going to murder her,” Gianna growled under her breath, her eyes narrowed on Hannah, who was still talking to Uncle Kyran.
“About what?” I asked curiously.
She waved her hand and I narrowed my eyes, but before I could question her further, Uncle Luca was in front of us.
