Page 162 of Villainous Kingpin

Kissing the skin right above her knee, I closed my teeth around the garter and dragged it down her leg until it fell on the floor. She lifted her foot and I grabbed the ruffled piece of fabric. Then I slid her heel back on.

“Just like Prince Charming,” I heard her murmur softly. “Villain charming.”

“But always yours.”

I stood up with the garter and helped her up onto her feet, then wrapped my arm protectively around her.

“Who wants to get married next?” I shouted.

Men gathered around and Wynter’s laugh pulled my attention away. Her eyes shone and I followed her gaze to find them on Sasha who was taking a step back.

“You know you want it, Sasha,” she teased mischievously.

The latter rolled his eyes and took another step back, just for good measure.

Wrapping my arm around my wife, I raised my free arm and threw the garter at the crowd of single men. It didn’t surprise me to see Dante diving for it, then putting it between his teeth to turn and stare at Juliette.

She flipped him off then turned her back to him.

The crowd disbursed and Wynter got distracted by her friends and Emory.

I strode towards my two cousins and once we were out of everyone’s earshot, I asked, “How in the fuck did he get in?”

Priest’s face was grim. Dante’s wasn’t any better. “Father is getting him under control.”

I kept my face neutral, aware of gazes thrown our way, even if my blood boiled with fury. It was the only thing Brennan insisted on. I didn’t give a shit that my father was the head of the New York Syndicate for as long as he was alive. I wouldn’t bring the sick bastard around my wife, nor my sister.

“What happened?” I growled in a quiet voice.

“Our dad is taking care of him,” Dante hissed. “Leave it to Gio to show up uninvited. He’ll get him out and stay with him.”

“Thank fuck,” I muttered.

Priest’s eyes kept darting to Wynter and her mother. His mother. I had no fucking idea if Wynter’s mom knew she had a son. She kept her gaze away from my uncle and most of us DiLustros.

Not that I could blame her, considering the DiLustros destroyed her life.

Suddenly, the music was turned up so loud the speakers shook. Everyone’s gazes turned to Wynter and her girlfriends in the corner, their faces bright with animation as they all laughed. Whatever it was, all four of them and Emory laughed so hard, they held their stomachs.

The song “Problem” by Natalia Kills lyrics kept screaming and the girls kept shaking their heads while Juliette kept saying something in her crazy animated way. Wynter reached out and turned down the song.

“It doesn’t say anything about bending ass,” Emory snorted, her cheeks actually flushing.

Ivy shrugged. “Well, we’ve been singing it with bending ass so we’re sticking to it.”

Wynter’s silvery laugh traveled through the air. “You and Juliette have been singing it the perverted way.”

Juliette flipped off her friends, turned the music back up, then hopped on the table and started to shake her ass to the song still blasting through the speakers. Emory laughed hard and I was happy to see her getting along with the girls. It was something she never had before.

“I heard you were stupid enough to ask Brennan to marry Juliette?” Priest asked in a bored tone.

Dante slipped his hands in his pockets, his gaze never wavering from the dark-haired woman that had trouble and unhinged written all over her.

“I gave it a try,” he drawled. “One way or another, I’m gonna have that girl.”

Dante smirked and I could already sense trouble on the horizon. I narrowed my eyes on him. “Just don’t fuck it up, Dante.”

Dante rubbed a hand over his jaw. “Not to worry,” he assured me, though somehow it set me on edge. “I will be the perfect gentleman.”