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Too bad for her, that none of us were that stupid.
“Let’s dance,” Rome grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor.
I chuckled as she pulled me through the crowd, into the middle of all the action, where Mina and Bea were already dancing together. Mina handed me a drink, flipping her long blonde hair out of her face so she could hold her own drink with her teeth and free her hand to grab another.
I shook my head at her, she was already visibly wasted.
“For fucks sake,” Rome spat through gritted teeth as her eyes landed on a woman sitting in her chair at the bridal table, with her hand on Antoni’s shoulder. We watched as he politely removed it and scooted further away from her. Rome handed her drink to me, pushing through the crowd and storming towards the scene.
“Who the fuck is that?” Mina slurred, pointing directly at the woman.
“Shh,” Bea spat, slapping Mina’s hand down. “That’s Ren’s sister.”
My eyebrows shot up.
Ren was Antoni’s best man, and best friend.
I squinted a little, and I could see the resemblance. Ren wasn’t just Toni’s oldest friend, he was his right hand man and second in command of the Santino crime family.
The most notorious family in Melbourne, probably all of Australia. The family which we were, by association with Rome, now a part of.
Because of her marriage, we were catapulted from our own small criminal operation, to now being under the protection of The Family. It had been a slow growth, a steady uphill battle from the bottom, to actually becoming competition to The Santino’s.
We progressed from stripping, to dabbling in theft and kills for hire, until Rome and I built our own operation in the game of creating and selling fake identities. Rome always wanted to take over, to be the Queen of the Underground - and now she was.
It was never planned this way, and her original plan was to kill Toni, not marry him, but here we were.
At a wedding that not a person in the world would have ever expected.
I wasn’t quite as ambitious as Rome. She wanted power. I wanted money.
I needed money.
Even though I had finally reached a point where I didn’t need to worry about money, or wonder where it was going to come from, I could always have more.
The more I had, the safer I felt.
For good or ill, cash was my motive.
We watched as Ren stepped in, yanking his sister out of the seat before Rome had a chance to get to her, and we chuckled.
“Lucky bitch,” Bea shook her head, “Rome would’ve smacked her ass out.”
“That’s like the third time, right?” Mina asked.
Bea only nodded and rolled her eyes.
We all held our breaths and watched on, waiting to see what would happen. But Rome had composed herself, and gave us nothing interesting to watch.
“Wow,” Mina laughed, “is that actually our Rome over there?”
Rome sat by her husband, and pulled him close, instead of punching the girl in the jaw.
Antoni had changed her completely.
In a good way.
“Drink this,” Mina ordered, tipping her cup above my mouth so I had no time to refuse.
