Page 100 of God Of Vengeance


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A frown forms on her forehead. “Will Stefano be at the wedding?”

I shake my head. “No. The last thing I want is family visiting when I marry you.”

“Me too,” she agrees.

“After the wedding, I want all the guests gone as soon as possible,” I mutter.

So I can be alone with my wife.

My wife.

I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her tightly to my side.

“We’re getting married before Christmas,” I announce.

“That’s less than two weeks,” she gasps.

“Two weeks too fucking long,” I mutter.

I’ll have to invite the other heads over to introduce them to Gabriella.

So much for resting.

“What the hell was I thinking,” I growl to Carlo.

“You tell me,” he mutters before letting out a sigh. “You’re the one who decided to bring them shopping.”

We’re following the women like two lost fucking puppies as they move from one store to the next. The guards keep taking turns carrying the parcels to the SUVs, and I start to worry there won’t be enough space.

“Dio!” I hear Gabriella gasp, and my eyes flick to the outfit she’s staring at.

I walk closer, taking in the sheer body suit the mannequin is wearing. There are meager strips of fabric covering the breasts and pelvic area.

It’s fucking sexy.

My eyes flick back to Gabriella’s face, and I start to shake my head. “Over my dead body.”

She takes my hand and gives me a pleading look. “I’ll pair it with a jacket. All the important parts will be covered.”

Christ.

Letting out a sigh, I give in and nod.

“Thank you!” She wraps her hand around the back of my neck, and standing on her toes, she pulls me down so she can kiss me before rushing into the store.

Carlo lets out a chuckle, and when I shoot him a glare, he stops and pretends to search the area for any threats.

By the time we leave the mall, I’m fucking tired and it’s already dark.

But my women are happy.

When I’m back in the SUV with Gabriella beside me, I ask, “Did you enjoy the trip?”

“So much!” She rubs her hand up and down my thigh, and I revel in how good it feels. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my little spitfire,” I murmur before I relax against the seat and close my eyes.

Gabriella links our hands together and wraps her other arm around my waist as she leans into my side.

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