Page 150 of Savage Saint
Luca emerges from his car, taking in the scene with raised eyebrows. "Did I miss something?"
"Dante and Alessa got married in Vegas last weekend," I inform him.
"For fuck's sake." Luca runs a hand through his hair. "Have both of you completely lost your minds?"
"Yes," Dante and I answer in unison.
"At least we agree on something," I mutter.
"Alright, boys," Arrow interrupts. "Save the family drama for after the wedding. Angelo, you need to get ready. Dante, Luca, you're with him. I'll help Alessa with Kasia."
"Since when are you in charge?" Luca asks.
Arrow fixes him with a look that could freeze hell. "Since I'm the only one here with any sense of style and timing. Now move."
Twenty minutes later,I stand in my bedroom while my brothers fuss over me like mother hens. It should feel suffocating. Instead, it feels like something I didn't know I was missing.
"Hold still," Dante orders, adjusting my tie with practised precision. "You're fidgeting like a teenager."
"I don't fidget."
"You're literally fidgeting right now," Luca points out, handing me cufflinks.
I recognise them immediately; they are our mother's. The ones she wore on special occasions, delicate silver with the Santoro crest.
"She would have wanted you to have these today," Luca says quietly.
Something thick lodges in my throat. "Luca—"
"Don't get sentimental on me now," he warns, but his voice is rough. "Save it for your bride."
Dante finishes with my tie and steps back, studying me. "Never thought I'd see the day."
"You getting marriedorme getting married?"
"Both." He's quiet for a moment. "You know what you're doing? Marrying her this fast?"
"Did you know what you were doing in Vegas?"
A smile tugs at his lips. "Point taken."
"It's different with her." I struggle for words. "Like recognising something in her I didn't know I was looking for."
"The darkness," Luca says simply.
I nod. "She sees all of it. Accepts it. Matches it." I meet Dante's eyes. "I can't let her go."
"Then don't," Dante says. "God knows we all deserve whatever happiness we can steal from this life."
A knock interrupts us. "Gentlemen," Arrow's voice filters through. "The bride is ready, and Marco just arrived. Fair warning, he's already crying."
"Of course he is," Luca mutters.
Before we head down, I catch a moment alone in the hallway with Kasia. She's radiant in her simple dress, but it's the look in her eyes that stops me cold.
"That night on the rooftop," I say, voice rough. "When you were in the pool... I've never wanted anyone the way I wanted you then. The way I still want you now."
She steps closer, her hand touching my face with a tenderness that undoes me. "I wanted you to taste me," she whispers. "I still do."
