Page 62 of Savage Poet

“Rise,” I commanded.

“I’ve waited my whole life for you,” she breathed, pressing her pouty lips against mine. I stiffened and tilted my head away.

“Really? That explains why you reek of desperation.”

Her nails scraped against my skin, threatening to draw blood to match her crimson lips. “Hardly. I’m just a woman who knows what she wants—you. The most powerful Don yet.”

“Me? Hardly. I’m just some scrub living in a frat house.”

She looked me squarely in the eyes, “That’s a joke and we both know it.”

Smirking, I lifted a glass of champagne off a tray and handed one to my bride. “Till death do us part,” I mocked, lifting an eyebrow.

She purred low in her throat as her nails drifted up and down my forearm. “You have no idea… the things I’m going to do to you.”

I swallowed the fizzy drink half wondering if I hadn’t met Blue what kind of match this would be. This devilish woman would surely be the best type of fun, but I’d always sleep with one eye open.

“I’m taken,” I muttered, brushing her hand away.

“By me. I know all about your underage lover.”

“She’s not underage anymore.”

“She’s dead. Face it, the minute you touched her you signed the certificate yourself.”

“You signed yours by summoning me.”

“Hardly. Just wait my dark king, we’ll chat later. Smile!” I looked away and was momentarily blinded by a flash as the Italian paparazzi got in our face.

“Your whole family will pay for this,” I hissed in her ear.

She responded by digging her nails into my arm, like a cat with claws.

Vince walked up to us with a mic, “I’d like to say a few words to congratulate my sister and her intended. This union was destined by our families. As you know we pride ourselves by tradition and living by our words…”

I downed my drink and tuned him the fuck out. I knew what was going on. They wanted to make this as public as possible to try to make sure I didn’t back out or if any of them ended up dead, I’d be the sure fall guy.

Fuck that.

It was going to go down anyway.

“Roque.” Johnny managed to get through the crowd to me.

“What’s up?”

“We have a code Blue. She keeps calling and texting me, bro.”

“My burner is in pieces. I threw it against the wall.”

“I’ll call her later. Just tell her I’m busy.”

“I already did about twenty times.”

I tried to take Johnny’s phone but as I reached for it my bridezilla grabbed both my hands. “We need to talk, upstairs.”

“Not now.”

“Now It’s business.”

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