Page 101 of Claimed By the Possessive Mafia Prince
“Definitely.”
“Does that mean you want it, Siena? Does that mean you wantus?”
“I want to go home and know that we’ll see each other again. I want to… date.” She laugher in pure joy, no self-consciousness, no instant frown to make up for the slip of a smile. “I never thought I’d want that. Not at this point in my life. You’ve changed everything.”
“You’ve changed me too, beautiful.”
“Don’t change too much.” She kisses me, sliding her hands over my back. “I like you the way you are.”
Our kiss grows more passionate and intense, with more heat coming from our bodies than from the blazing Maldivian sun above.
EPILOGUE
SIENA
Seven Months Later
Irush across the ballroom, heading for the kitchen. Sweat slides down my body and sticks my glittery gold dress to me, but hey, sweating in fancy outfits is part of the gig.
In the kitchen, despite how busy we are, I can’t help but pause in the doorway as I watch Mom work. She’s always been a strong, sturdy woman, thick at the shoulders, as if making up for the fact I never had much of a dad. She’s got her dark hair tied back and, as she cuts an onion, hyper-focus in her honey-colored eyes.
“Mom, if you’ve got any more of those lobster medallions, they’re going down quick.”
She looks up, smiles. “We’re out already?”
“Yep, they’re killers.”
“On it, boss.”
I laugh. “I’m not your boss. Stop calling me that.”
“You got it… boss. Say hello to the birthday boy for me.”
I leave the kitchen, a smile on my face. Ever since the vow renewal in the Maldives, standing on that ridge with my man, my smiles have been different. I don’t feel like I have to push them down anymore.
Marcela approaches me when I rejoin the party. “This is absolutelydelightful, sweetness. The perfect party.”
“Thank you, Marcela. Have you seen the birthday boy?”
“He’s… talking to the DJ.”
“Okay,” I say, playfully nudging her. “Why do you say that like it’s some big conspiracy?”
“Did I?” She laughs. “Too much wine, I’m sure.”
I smile at Veronica as I walk across the room. After Dario’s cash injection into mine and Mom’s business, I went to Veronica and said that if she was game, we could combine our businesses. Cateringandevent planning cut out the middleman.
It’s been over half a year, and we haven’t looked back. It’s been a smash hit.
Dario strides across the ballroom, handsome and dashing in his tuxedo, the chandelier lights making the silver streaks in his hair gleam just like the sun in paradise did. He smoothes his arm around me.
“Great party, beautiful.” He kisses me. “Thank you… and I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say, leaning up for another kiss. “And you’re welcome. Why were you bothering the DJ?”
He chuckles. “Bothering? That’s not how I’d phrase it.”
My mind drifts, like it’s been doing all day… to the gift I’ve wrapped for Dario. The gift he hasn’t opened yet.
