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Holy fuck. This bitch can still kiss. She tastes like heaven and sin and corruption.

She tastes like pain.

I’m not sure whether that was her pain or mine on her tongue and her lips.

All I know is now I want to fight Kato for the right to sleep in her bed tonight.

He got the results back from Nick. Her cunt is clear for action, nothing in her system that will keep us from fucking her until she can barely walk. After going so long without feeling that tight pussy wrapped around my cock, I’m going to take every opportunity to stuff her until she forgets her own fucking name.

Fuck if I didn’t pick the perfect dress. I can already picture the kind of frilly shit Kato will have her wearing on his days, and Brix…who knows with that giant asshole.

But this one?

Every step she takes reveals those long, toned legs all the way up to her round hips, and her tits are barely covered. There’s side boobage revealed along with the cleavage down the center.

When she moves just right, I catch sight of her hardened nipples. I mean, she could be cold I suppose, but I have a feeling that if I slid my hand between her thighs, her pussy would be wet after that little reunion in her bedroom.

A woman wearing a cream-colored suit stands in the foyer, a binder held to her chest, a briefcase hanging from her left hand.

“You must be Everest,” she says, setting the briefcase down and offering her hand when Everest’s heels clack onto the marble flooring. “I’m Alexa Pappas.”

I smirk as Everest rolls her eyes a second before shaking her hand. “Let me guess – you’re Greek and somehow related to the Antonious’?”

“By marriage, not blood,” Alexa says, not at all insulted by Everest’s question nor her childish facial reaction. “And I guess I would be once removed, since I’m actually divorced. Don’t worry, I can still plan a hell of a wedding.”

“Since when do the Antonious allow divorce?” Everest grumbles as she follows me and Alexa into the living room where Brix and Kato are sprawled on the couch.

Kato is determined that we supervise her every encounter and every moment of the wedding planning in case our little lost lamb decides to sabotage shit or make a run for it.

Not that she would get far with the tracker under her skin.

“Since he was caught and ended up in prison for life without parole. And since I still work for the Family, so not like I’ll be –”

“Alexa,” Kato warns.

“Right. So…” Alexa says, guiding Everest to the open space on the couch between Kato and Brix.

I smile when Everest stands there and looks to each side of Alexa, as though trying to decide whether she wants to sit beside Brix or Kato.

In the past, she might have chosen Brixton, might have plopped right down on his lap so he could wrap his long arms around her and then beckoned Kato and I to squeeze into any empty space.

But yeah…that was the past.

Lifting her chin and squaring her shoulders, Everest sniffs and chooses the side closer to Kato, though there’s still at least a cushion between them on the huge wraparound couch.

“Do you have a vision in mind for your dream wedding?”

“No,” Everest answers, her eyes darting to mine a second before refocusing on Alexa.

For the next two hours, Alexa spreads out brochures and pamphlets of various styles, themes, colors, and the like while Everest sits there shrugging her shoulders and giving monosyllabic answers.

“Either tell her what you want, or I’ll make sure we have the biggest, gaudiest Greek wedding known to mankind,” Kato warns.

“Do whatever the fuck you want. Not like any of us will live through –”

And just like any time she’s tried to talk back to one of us since waking up late this morning, Kato darts forward and wraps his hand around her throat, cutting off her air supply and her ability to speak.

“The only opinion I care to hear from those cock sucking lips is related to the wedding. But if you’d rather not have any input…”