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I shook my head. “Pops called a meeting today with the Knights. I got into a massive fight with Luca. I’m marrying one of them in September.”
“Damn, girl. I thought I had it bad with my family. At least my dad isn’t forcing me to get married.”
“What does your dad think about you dating Bastian and Damian?”
She shrugged. “He’s too afraid of losing Arlo’s favor to make a big deal about it. I doubt he cares, anyway. We have never been on good terms. I can’t think of a single time he showed up for my school plays or to watch my softball games. He missed all of my graduations except for high school. Arlo was the only reason he came to the ceremony. I doubt my dad would have shown if I hadn’t graduated with Bash, Damian, and Luca.”
I stepped into a pair of jeweled sandals and slipped black sunglasses onto my head. “My parents are the scum of the earth. I know all about shitty parents.”
“Unfortunately, that’s something most of us have in common.”
We headed down to the pool. All the Knights, except for Marcello, lounged on patio chairs, drinking bottles of imported beer. He sat in his wheelchair next to Sonny with a miserable look on his handsome face.
I wrapped my arms around Marcello’s neck, resting my chin on his shoulder. “Did you miss me?”
He turned his head, a smirk in place. “Always.”
I kissed his cheek, then moved around to stand in front of his chair. His eyes burned with lust as he stared at my body.
“Goddamn, Alex,” he hissed, leaning forward to place his hand on my hip. “You look beautiful.”
“I think he meant to say fuck-hot.” Sonny sat up, beer in hand, as he eyed me. He licked his lips and tapped his thigh. “I’m feeling feverish. Come sit on my lap, Little Wellington.”
I shook my head. “Stop flirting with me, Sonny.”
Kali tapped me on the shoulder. “Let’s go in the pool. Get away from these creeps,” she joked with her eyes on Sonny.
Sonny shot up from his chair with lightning speed and hooked his arm around my middle. Before I could stop him, he lifted me off my feet. He threw me over his shoulder, dragging me toward the pool.
I smacked his back, my boobs practically falling out of the top. “Put me down!”
“Nah, girl.” He laughed as he inched closer to the water. “I can’t wait another second to see this gorgeous body soaking wet.”
“Fuck, yeah,” one of the Knights grunted.
It sounded like Cole Marshall.Idiot.
“I’m going to kill you, Sonny!” I pounded my fist against his back. “Put. Me. Down. Now.”
“She’s gonna make you pay for that, bro,” Callum said with a smirk that said he couldn’t wait to see me flip out on his older brother.
“I’ll be ready and waiting to take my punishment,” Sonny said before dropping me into the pool’s deep end.
I sank like a stone, my feet touching the bottom of the pool. When I resurfaced, I had a cluster of wet curls stuck to my cheek and in my eyes. I spit water out of my mouth, shoving my stringy hair behind my ears.
“Sonny,” I yelled with venom in my tone.
He stood at the pool’s edge, his hand on his narrow hips. “You look mad, Little Wellington.”
I glared at him, ready to rip out his throat. “You bastard. I can’t get my hair wet. I will look like a poodle that got electrocuted.”
“Hmm…” He shoved a hand through his perfectly styled blond hair and gave me one of his boyish smiles. “Not exactly how I’d pictured you handing out my punishment, but I can work with that.”
“I have other ideas for your punishment,” I shot back.
He licked his lips and bent down at the pool’s edge, running his long fingers across the top of the water. I swam into the shallow end and waded through the infinity pool water that overlooked the bay. Annoyed, I rushed over to Sonny, shoved my palm into his chest, and pushed him down on the lounge chair.
I jumped on top of him and rubbed my wet body all over his five-thousand-dollar Tom Ford suit.