Page 115 of Mafia King: Matteo
The afterglow of the sunset fills the sky with shades of orange, yellows, and reds. Dinner is announced. At the head table, Niccoló stands to make a toast.
“To my brother. We always knew you’d be a great leader because you’re the best brother we could ever have. May you be blessed with all the happiness your heart can hold. And to Alena, may you put up with his stubbornness forever.”
Everyone chimes in with “Hear, hear.”
Glasses are pinged with silverware, and Matteo kisses me. He’s been smiling all day.
Izzy stands next.
“Alena, you are my best friend. You gave me a home when I needed one. Your friends saved me when I needed saving, and there are no words for what a wonderful person you are. I love you! Congratulations!” She raises a champagne, and everyone sips.
Me? I’m crying like a baby. I set my glass down and hugged Izzy. I walk around Matteo and hug Gio and Niccoló. Matteo hands me his linen napkin to blot my damp face.
Alexsei stands and makes another tear-jerking speech. I’m a blessed woman. The evening progressed with the Emcee eventually playing dance music, and I had my first dance with Matteo.
“So, did you have fun?” He asks after he kisses me. We’re dancing slowly, and I catch my breath.
“Yes, thank you. I can’t imagine a day more perfect than this one. Well, except for the one where we met, perhaps.”
“Anything for you, Angel.”
“Thank you, Mr. Grey. You’ve made my world spin, and I’m soaring, and it’s not just the champagne.”
“I know. I feel it, too,” he murmurs into my ear. “Together, we will rule and love and fuck until that house is full of kids.”
“That will lead to less fucking eventually, y’know?”
“Mm, for some, maybe. With us, never.”
The next dance is with Alexsei. I’m a bit emotional as I step into his arms. My father isn’t here. I understand business is business, but keeping order in one’s house keeps us all safe.
“I’m sorry your father isn’t here.”
“I know. I understand.”
“You have a great future ahead of you. Dmitry and Matteo seem to get along. Making the family larger with alliances is always a good move. A smart man knows to make peace when possible.”
“It’s true. I can’t wait to have everything settled. I hate the fact that Santino still wants Izzy dead.”
“I won’t risk losing my daughter’s life. The fact he’s still breathing is killing me. He will get a fitting ending. Don’t worry. Let us handle it. For now, enjoy your new life. Be happy.”
“I will.” I kiss his cheek as our song ends. He escorts me to Matteo, and the two shake hands.
“I have to be going. Enjoy your honeymoon. I’ll be in touch soon.”
Matteo nods.
After I drink water to hydrate, Matteo’s brothers, Niccoló, Renalto, and Pietro drag me to the dance floor. Matteo rounds up Dmitry, Izzy, Bianca, and Penny so we are all together on the dance floor. We dance to hip-hop, and then we move into some line dancing. I laugh as Matteo is all feet in a line dance. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun.
The cake is rolled out. Matteo puts his hand over mine, and we slice the gorgeous cake. The staff carves up the masterpieces of artwork, and Matteo and I shove cake into each other’s mouths. He manages to cover my mouth in frosting, and then he pulls me into him and licks it off.
By the end of the night, I’m exhausted. Federico comes to me and hugs me.
“Congratulations. You’ve made Matteo very happy.”
“He makes me happy.”
“I know. Have a great honeymoon. Maybe there will be a nursery to decorate soon. I’d love to help.”
