Page 14 of Spoiled by Daddy's 4 Dirty Friends

So instead, I lick Sophia’s neck and tease her with my teeth until she’s rubbing against me right where I need her. Gunner chuckles and kisses her eagerly. We’ve been going crazy without having her.

Sophia moans when Gunner pulls back and wraps her hand in his tie. “I hate your teasing.”

“You love it, Bambina. You just hate the lack of follow-through,” I correct.

“Same thing,” She grumbles.

But at the end of the song, Gunner and I hand her over to Nick and Holden. Gunner dances with me, rubbing himself on me ridiculously. I roll my eyes, then twirl him under my arm. Gunner fans himself. “Roman, you’re going to sweep me off my feet.”

“Don’t forget we’re married, babe.”

Gunner laughs and then nods over to Leif. “I feel bad for him. Seems out of place.”

“He likes his space.”

“He always liked you.” Gunner insists. “Go thank him for coming. I think he hates me.”

I ruffle Gunner’s hair and he kisses my cheek. “He just can’t handle me as well as you can, you sexy Italian stud.”

Gunner swats my ass, making me chuckle, but when I look out over what should be a happy dancing crowd, I see Bella and Matthew off to the side arguing. After a glance at Sophia, I head that way. Bella catches my gaze and says something I hope I’m mishearing.

“That could have been me!”

“You made the choice. I didn’t realize I wasn’t enough for you,” Matthew growls back.

“Well you went and swept me off my feet, I didn’t realize something like this was even possible.” She sniffles shoves him and rushes over to me. “Will you dance with me, Roman?”

My eyes flick to Matthew, who’s obviously upset, angry, and bothered.

“Just as a … a celebration,” She says, but I recognize that glint in her eyes.

“I just wanted to make sure everything was okay, nothing else.” I pull my hands free. “Matthew?”

But he’s walking to the bar. Agreatsign. Drama doesn’t take time off, even on a wedding day. Bella stands on her toes and nearly presses her lips to mine, but I turn so she can only graze my cheek.

She settles back down and swallows. “It was just for congratulations. Nothing more, Roman.”

I take her wrists in my hand, holding her far enough away she can’t get her mouth on me. My voice is that same low, threatening rumble that I use with associates that get out of line.

“Don’t fucking screw up what we have with Sophia.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” She says, despite her face going white.

“Fix your shit with Matthew. You wanted him. You got him. He loves you.”

She swallows and looks in that direction. I resist the urge to shake some sense into her literally. “Get into some fucking counseling together and stop being a greedy brat.”

Bella pouts in the way that used to get her whatever she wants, but I let her go and storm back into the crowd, ready to forget that she was ever a part of my life.

Nonna comes up to me and I try to force my calm while switching my brain to Italian. She pats my cheek. “Such a good boy. You have a good wife.”

“Thank you, Nonna.”

“And good husbands.” She nods. “Very nice men.”

“I’m glad you approve.” I chuckle and beam at the compliment kissing her cheek.

“Gunner is bad in the kitchen.” Her nose wrinkles. “Such bad pasta.”

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