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“Let’s talk wedding plans,” I grind out.

She jumps out of the cart.

Fucking incredible. I’m on the green and charging after her, part livid from her disobedience, part turned on by the chase. I’m within arm’s reach as she makes a beeline for my men. Freido, leading the charge, sees her, too. Even at a distance, I notice how quickly his thunderous expression’s redirected my way.

My most loyal man is certifiably pussy whipped.

If I tackle her, pin her lush body to the green, and press my erection against the curve of her sweet ass, my men will think the same of me.

I stop, pull my phone out, and shoot him a text.

Her ass better be in front of my computer by one o’clock, or I’ll kick yours all the way back to Italy.

CHAPTER45

ALESSIA

“Make yourself comfortable,” Freido commands, pointing to an enormous leather viewing chair. He whisked me off the golf course, then into the house, and ushered me inside the theater room, while another man brought in Bastian’s laptop.

“My clothes are wet.”

“You’ll survive.”

I frown. Over the weeks—and to my surprise—he’s become my reluctant advisor to all things Beneventi. Doesn’t mean he overshares Beneventi secrets or is disloyal to Bastian. Doesn’t mean he isn’t sometimes a no-holds-barred brute. He’s accepted I’m part of the family now and probably realizes I’m engaged to a jerk yet held hostage by an even bigger one. “What is this about?” I ask.

I settle into a chair. It’s ironic we’re doing whatever this is inside a theater when my own drama is playing out elswhere.

“He hates waiting.” Freido passes me the laptop. “And he’s early.”

My eyebrows arch as I stare at Don Lucchese’s face on the screen.

“Do yourself a favor and make the old man happy.”

“Bastian approved this?”

“Yeah. Don Lucchese asked for you.” He grimaces. “Brace yourself, and don’t be fooled. This call is about the wedding.”

“Hot topic of the day,” I mutter.

“Ready?”

“I’ve nothing to share but the date.”

“Not true. You’re a blushing bride who’s marrying her dream man.”

“More like nightmare.” I roll my eyes. “You’re demanding the impossible.”

“With Don Lucchese on your side, you won’t only survive our world but thrive in it.”

Right. Zoey says the wise old man murdered his way into power, then changed the rules. Money keeps the peace, with Bastian being the smartest earner. Bastian has Don Lucchese’s respect and will assume his position one day. And in a small way—whether the arrogant jerk deserves it or not, and I’m inching toward the latter—I can help him.

You’ll be like one of my men.

It’s not like I’ve a choice, do I?

I plaster a broad smile on my face.

“Relax. You’ve got this.” Freido unmutes the sound and turns on the video.