Page 58 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

“Nico, please.” This time her voice was weaker than normal. Bianca’s small hands pressed against my chest, as if she was pleading directly to my heart. “You have to cancel this. Getting married today is madness.”

“Sorry to disappoint, Bianca,” I said. “But we are getting married in two hours, rain or shine.”

I pressed my lips against hers. A soft gasp of surprise gave me just an opening I needed. Fuck, she was perfect. Her soft lips, her lilac smell. My tongue brushed against hers, pushing through, exploring her mouth. Her body was so responsive, and at this moment, I was prepared to take her right here and right now. The ceremony be damned.

The bedroom flew open and her twins came running in.

“Mommy, Mommy,” they both squealed, completely unperturbed that I was in the bedroom. “Oh, hey Nico.”

“Hey girls,” I greeted them with a smile, giving a pointed look to Bianca. She narrowed her eyes, then glared.

“Guess what?” They both exclaimed. “There are a bunch of people outside. We went to tell Bear so he can protect us, but he said,” Arianna ran out of breath, so Hannah continued, “That we are having a wedding.” She screamed the last word, then they both started jumping. “You and Nico are getting married. Yaaaaay!”

Bianca paled a few shades and looked like she was ready to faint, but she forced a smile on her face. It looked more like a grimace.

“Girls, have Bear feed you breakfast,” I told them both. “Mommy has to get ready for the wedding. There is a chef downstairs that will prepare you whatever you want.”

“Whatever we want?” Arianna’s wide smile held a note of mischievousness to it. I could practically see in her expression she contemplated something she wasn’t supposed to eat for breakfast.

“Whatever you want,” I confirmed. Without another look to either one of us, both took off to find Bear and the new chef.

“You are such a skilled liar,” she muttered.

I shrugged my shoulder. “Let’s get you in the shower.”

I didn’t trust her to do something stupid so I followed her into the bathroom.

“You don’t really expect me to shower while you are staring?” she hissed, her anger back. Good, that was better than seeing her pale, ready to faint.

I turned around and faced the door, offering her privacy. Soon I’d see all of her naked, so the modesty was pointless, but I’d pick my battles with her.

“My friend’s wife will be here shortly,” I told her. “Grace Vitale. She’ll help you get ready. There is a hairdresser and make-up artist coming. You can tell them what you envision for yourself.”

“Whatever.” She was pissed off. It wasn’t a good start to our marriage, but it was a necessary one.

I heard her moving around the bathroom, starting the shower.

“I need to use the toilet,” she gritted out.

“Then use it.”

I turned my head and met her furious gaze in the mirror. “I need some privacy,” she hissed, her eyes murderous.

“You might as well get used to it,” I drawled. “Tonight, every inch of you will be mine.”

Her mouth parted in shock, and for a moment she was silenced. “Stronzo,” she spat out in Italian. She called me a turd; although I had a feeling she had even worse names for me.

She turned her back to me, muttering under her breath and then slammed the door separating to the toilet room. She wasn’t long, then she came out, sent a glare my way and proceeded to the sink to brush her teeth, then opening the shower door, and closing the glass a bit too forcefully.

Resisting the temptation to glance in the mirror and catch a glimpse of her body, I focused my eyes on the items Bianca had on the counter. A bottle of perfume, lotions, and… birth control?

I remembered she told me she was on birth control, but knowing Bianca was protected from getting pregnant when we consummate our marriage didn’t fill me with any relief. Throwing a glance in the mirror, I noticed Bianca’s back turned to me so I grabbed the packet and read the name of the prescription. Then I pulled out my phone and sent a note to Leonardo.

ChapterTwenty-Two

BIANCA

To say I was pissed off was putting it mildly. Once I was done with the shower, I wrapped the biggest towel around me, ignoring Nico who stood there like a jailor. Forced bride took on a whole new meaning with him.

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