Page 119 of Alessio

“Better take the principe his drink, yeah?”

“What does that mean?”

“Hmm?”

“Principe,” she said as they crossed the floor.

“Oh, don’t call him that, it makes him pissy.”

Ginevra arched a brow at Alessio.

He shrugged.

“They like to call sons and daughters of mafia Dons principes or principessas,” Alessio said, shrugging one shoulder. “And I only say it when I want to get a reaction out of Corrado.”

“Because he doesn’t like it.”

“Exactly.”

“That’s terrible.”

Alessio made a noise. “Well, it’s not terrible when it ends with him fucking you.”

Ginevra shivered.

He laughed.

“Now you get it,” Alessio told her.

“What are you two grinning about?”

Corrado’s question had Alessio turning to wink at his lover, forgetting for a moment about the people around them, and who. Although, as soon as that thought drifted through Alessio’s mind, it left with one look at Corrado.

He was unbothered.

He grinned back, in fact.

Ginevra had changed more than she realized for the two. Things that had once been a source of discontent for Alessio between him and Corrado now became a background thought because it didn’t factor into what they shared, not when everything they had together proved it unimportant.

He probably should tell Corrado that.

There was never a good time.

“Well?” Corrado asked.

Alessio ignored the other people milling about—the ones at the booth with Corrado and his brother, and the others around surrounding booths. “I told her there will be a lot of principes in this club tonight, yeah?”

Corrado’s features flashed with darkness.

A warning.

Alessio smirked. “All the Guzzi principes, in fact.”

Ginevra smacked Alessio with the back of her hand, but he didn’t even flinch. “That’s enough of that.”

Corrado chuckled and waved two fingers at her. “Come here, you.”

He didn’t mind that Ginevra left his side to slip in the booth beside Corrado because Alessio quickly slid in after her. There, she was between them. He had his hand on her bare thigh, just under the skirt of that short dress of hers, while Corrado slung an arm behind her on the booth.