Page 35 of Niccolo (Mafia Kings #7)

Niccolo

I t was during Adriano’s wedding that I saw my future wife.

I say that in jest, but she was exactly my type.

In fact, I’d never seen another woman who took my breath away quite like she did.

It’s not that she was an astounding beauty. Although I certainly thought she was, I’m not sure my brothers would have agreed.

It was that she looked smart.

What can I say? Women in glasses rev up my motor.

Not only that, but her eyes continually scanned the crowd – another mark of intelligence. She seemed to be taking things in, filing them away, then moving on restlessly, almost as if she were cataloging everything she saw.

She stood about 5’6” in heels. She wore a beautiful pale pink dress that accentuated her modest curves. Her long brown hair looked recently cut and styled; it perfectly complemented her slightly angular face. The frames of her glasses were sleek yet nerdy.

I love nerdy.

I’d seen her earlier, but I’d been so overwhelmed with last-minute calls to various consiglieres that I hadn’t been able to do more than wonder, WHO is THAT?!

Now that my official duties were over, I could go find out.

I crept up behind her and tried to see what she was looking at.

Best I could tell, she was peering at Adriano and Bianca.

Or maybe, I jokingly told myself, she’s looking for ME.

Only one way to find out.

“Ciao, bella,” I said with a smile on my face.