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“Ha, well, I can marry her,” Czar says, raising his brow.
“Don’t even think about it! I don’t want any issues with Conti. Leave Mia alone.”
“I’ll try.”
“You two are fucked,” Anatoly says, walking into my office, adjusting his tie.
“Let’s go, don’t fuck up Czar. Wait until I’m married before you do something stupid.”
“Da! I don’t see why it’s stupid!”
“I don’t have time for this shit. Let’s go!”
“Where’s Ivan,” Anatoly asks, raising his brow.
“I don’t fucking know,” I hiss, shaking my head.
The engagement party is packed with the Kravtsov Bratva and Conti Famiglia high-ranking members.
I look at Valentina, smiling as she walks to me. Her dress fits perfectly over her body, but it clings to every curve.
When she gets close, I pull her into my arms and kiss her deeply. I pull away and stare into her eyes.
“You look beautiful,” I say, wrapping my arm around her waist.
“Thank you, and you look gorgeous,” She says, smiling.
I look at her dress, and it barely covers the love bits on her breasts. The dress is nice; the back is open down to her waist. She’s not wearing a bra, and I don’t think like that. The dress clings to her perky breasts, and her nipples are hard. My mouth waters and I want to suck those tight nubs.
“Baby, as soon as Conti does his speech, I want you to change your dress. I don’t like that these bastards are staring at what’s mine.”
“Oh my, seriously?”
“Yes, seriously.”
“Fine,” Valentina huffs, leaning into me.
Fuck me!
I can feel her hard nipples driving me crazy.
Conti walks to the center of the yard, holding a champagne glass and a mic in the other hand.
“I want to announce the engagement of my niece Valentina Conti to Lev Kravtsov! Let’s toast to the happy couple,” Conti says, lifting his arm with the champagne glass.
“Congratulations,” Czar yells, clapping hard.
“Congratulations,” Anatoly yells.
“Congratulations, cousin,” Mia yells.
Valentina’s cousins yell congratulations together.
“Congratulations!” the guests yell.
We drink the champagne, and I then pull her from the yard and into the house.
“Come on, let’s get you into another dress,” I say, looking down the hall.
