Page 82 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
After rejuvenating with my wife for the rest of the day I finally give her a chance to get some serious shut eye. I walk out to where everyone probably is. When I make it to the living room, I see Adriano and Boston. They both look at me like I owe them some explanation. I shrug and Boston looks at me like he wants to chuck something at my head instead of his son.
“What?” I say.
Boston rolls his eyes. “What does Alex know that we don’t? The fuck? People had to run on back-up generators to get the shit done for your damned party.”
“Party?” I question.
Adriano makes an exasperated sound. “You really can’t keep a damned secret, can you?”
I snicker. “Boston can’t keep shit a secret.”
“Whatever, don’t change the subject, dickhole.” Adriano says.
I snicker. “Whatever. Thanks for the wedding reception and now for the main event…” I say.
I sit down and fully explain to my brother and cousin what the hell is going on with me. I’m glad Matteo isn’t here and is still out somewhere with Paris and his friends because I wouldn’t want him to know just yet.
* * *
When I walk into the reception hall, I’m impressed. It is astonishing. Now, I see why these bastards had the whole champagne handkerchief for me to place in my all black tie-less attire. I walk in with my hands in my pocket, admiring the place. Maybe I should pay attention to the guests that are here, but it can’t be more than the ones I’ve seen all week.
“My baby…” I turn to my right and I spot my mother.
I whistle at her attire. She came out looking her best. “Mama!” I say to her as I go over to her and pull her in my arms.
“Get off me.” She playfully slaps my back. “You don’t come see your mama for nothing. What’s that about, you little shit?” Her accent is always heavy when she’s trying to cuss one of us out.
I plant kisses all over her face until she’s laughing. “You missed me, mama. I know it, you know it, and your old husband here knows it too. I let her go and take a good look at her. Her gray hair is in big curls and tumbling down her back. She’s wearing the colors of the theme, and now I take in that everyone is doing so. I don’t know how they all pulled this in such short notice given that we just got married, but I’ll have to name one of my son’s after Alex.
“You only see your mama, huh?” My dad says.
I throw my head back and laugh. “Come here, old man. Seeing you in Russia wasn’t the best, but now, we’re going to party like the true Italians we are.” I tease him.
“You can’t out party me, boy. I may look old, but I’ve still got it.” He teases. “Speaking of still got,” He gestures towards the grand doors that I just came from. I turn and I grin.
I whistle and I can’t take my eyes off my wife. Her hair is curled and shaped around her face. She looks scrumptious. I groan. King is standing there staring at me and I’m sure she’s nervous because of all the attention she’s getting, but I don’t give a fuck. I wiggle my brows at her, and she breaks out in a smile. I wink at her and beckon her to me. Her champagne colored dress makes her skin glow; The thin spaghetti straps will be easy to tug and rip apart, but it holds her tits up nicely. They look so good and it makes me realize that I haven’t given them much thought and now; I’ll stop being unfair. The V-neck of the dress will give me a chance to bite and pop a nipple out if I want to later on. Maybe I’ll sneak my wife away in a closet and fuck her into oblivion or motorboat those babies. Who knows? Her long gold sequined Tulle dress suits her, and I can tell as she walks towards me, she’s wearing heels.
When she finally makes it to me, I finally realize that music was playing this whole time. I have never gotten so lost in someone. The next song that plays is theJonas Brothers’songWhat a man gotta do.“Care to dance, sugar?”
“Dance?” She whispers. “You dance?”
I chuckle. “A Don like me can’t know how to dance?” I pull her towards the dance floor. “Let me show you a little something, baby.” I wink at her.
