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She doesn’t try to make conversation as we drive home but just holds me, and like the night before, I find a sense of peace having her next to me.
Somehow, she has the power to help me recharge after an exhausting day.
Chapter 30
Gabriella
With the wedding date scheduled for next Saturday, we’ve been super busy.
Mrs. Accardi’s been an enormous help. Honestly, she’s done most of the work.
I got to spend some time with Damiano, but tonight, the other heads of the Cosa Nostra and their partners are coming over, and I’m nervous as hell.
I’ve just put on the sheer body suit and high heels when Damiano comes into my walk-in closet. His eyes land on me, and he stops dead in his tracks.
“No,” he growls as he slowly starts to shake his head, his expression darkening by the second. “There is no fucking way you’re wearing that in front of the other men.”
“Hold on before you burst a vein,” I mutter.
I grab the cream jacket out of my closet and put it on. When I fasten the belt, and the fabric spreads out like a short skirt, I say, “See. Everything’s covered.”
He stares at me for a while before he says, “Fine. But the fucking jacket stays on at all times.”
I walk closer to him, and wrapping my fingers behind his neck, I pull him a little down. Against his lips, I whisper, “It will only come off when you take it off.”
His hands settle on my hips, and our eyes lock.
“Keep tempting me, and I’ll cancel the poker game.”
My features tighten with nerves. “Do you think they’ll approve of me?”
He lifts a hand to my face and cups my cheek. “Only my approval matters, mia regina. They have no choice but to accept you.”
When he pulls away, I say, “I’m just going to do my makeup. I’ll be down soon.”
“Take your time,” he murmurs before leaving the room.
I remove the jacket, so I don’t get powder on it, and sitting by my dressing table, I get to work.
I take extra care with the eyeshadow and highlight my cheekbones.
When I’m done, I put on the jacket again before adding a black choker with a single diamond around my neck.
Looking at my reflection, I lift my chin.
You’ve got this.
Leaving my bedroom, I head down the stairs. When I reach the second floor’s landing, I see Damiano greeting a group of men, their women standing near them, but not touching my man.
One of the men glances in my direction, and shock flashes over his features as he says, “Now it makes sense.”
“What?” Another man asks before he sees me. “Holy fuck.”
Damiano’s eyes lock on me, and he walks to the bottom of the stairs. His tone is soft as he orders, “Come, mia regina.”
My heart beats a little faster as I take the stairs down to him, and when I place my hand in his, I lift my chin higher and look at the other men.
“Introduce me,” I say with the same tone Damiano uses when issuing a demand.
