Page 56 of Heart of Sin
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Six months later…
“It iswith great pleasure that I conclude this beautiful ceremony renewing marital vows,” says the minister. “You are bound as husband and wife today and forever. You may celebrate this joyous occasion with a kiss!”
Falynn hasn’t stopped smiling before Gio’s swept her up in his arms and dipped her for a deep kiss on the mouth. The audience erupts in cheers. Champagne bottles are popped, and some people whistle.
I’m obnoxious in my own way. I cup my hands around my mouth and shout over everybody. “Hey, Boss, let her breathe!”
People break out in laughter as Gio finally comes up for air. He shoots me a dark glare.
“Watch it,goombah. I’m not above decking you in the mouth for speaking so smart.”
That only earns more laughs. A Mafia King like Gio can issue violent threats and nobody bats an eye—one of the perks of being king.
The post-nuptial festivities officially kick off. Gio and Falynn share their first dance as husband and wife (for a second time). Eventually, other guests pair off and join them. The couples who arrived together are a given, then a few bold bachelors approach some of the women they’ve been eying all night and ask if they’d like to dance.
I’m one of them, though I hesitate an extra few seconds.
Coming to Gio and Falynn’s renewal ceremony, it was a given I’d run into her.
I’m Gio’s best man. She’s Falynn’s maid of honor. In the weeks leading up to the ceremony it was all I could think about. The moment I’d get to see her again.
Falynn’s bridesmaids wear satiny champagne-hued dresses that look luxe and flow to the ground, but they’re sexy as hell.
Naturally, Tasha’s killed it. I almost choked on my drink when I first saw her.
I’ve been sneaking glances ever since.
As the others pair off and the dance floor fills, I chance another. My stomach flips when my gaze travels over and discovers hers already on me.
She tucks hair behind her ear and smiles, which of course makes me smile.
A small sign for sure, but screw it—I’m taking the chance. I cross the reception area to get to her, my heart beating fast like I’ve run a marathon.
Tasha’s always prompted these physical reactions out of me. Funny they’re just as strong now after not seeing her for six months.
As I close the gap between us, I realize something’s different about her.
She’s gorgeous, the satiny champagne dress perfection on her brown skin.
But it’s more than just Tasha being an attractive woman with a gorgeous face and coke bottle curves—there’s something else different about her, too. I can’t put my finger on it.
“Hey, long time no see,” I say. “I had a feeling you’d be here.”
“Free trip to the Mediterranean. This is my vacation.”
I laugh. “Beats mine in Atlantic City. Dance?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dance,” she says, accepting my arm.
We step onto the floor along with the others. Heat warms me up from the simplest touch of her. I place my hand on her waist and I’m burning up, like my dick’s about to wake any second. I urge myself to calm down.
Play it cool, cazzo!
We sway along to the slow music, one couple among many. Beyond us, the sun finishes setting along the horizon and the sea sparkles thanks to its reflection.
I’m racking my brain, trying to remember how my tongue works.