Все главы Forbidden Desire:My Best Friend's Brother : Глава 81 - Глава 90

[Dawn]Aldo is searching his mind for the correct response. He can see my neck bulging and my temple flashing with a pulsing vein. My anger is a live wire, crackling through the confined space of the car. I’ve gone from zero to one hundred over my damn brother, and my frustration is practically vibrating off me.That’s when the car horn blares.And another.A car veers sharply into our lane.Aldo slams on the brakes, and the force yanks me forward in my seat. The seatbelt digs into my chest as I instinctively grab at the dash, my fingers clawing for stability. My heart rockets into my throat.Then Aldo swerves hard left, the tires screeching against the asphalt as the van swings violently to the side. I see it clearly now—them.It’s the men from the car!The Russians Aldo’s been paranoid about. They’re grinning, laughing like this is all a game to them. My stomach twists in a cold knot as they swing back across, aiming straight for us again.“Shit,” Aldo spits, his voice tight with fu

[Aldo]“Me neither,” Dawn says out of the side of her mouth. “There’s something they’re not telling us. Something they know.”We both share a look of caution toward one another. Are we in the depths of a trap? Could this all be a move to force Luca’s hand? The thought suddenly strikes me and scares the shit out of me. What if that’s the whole point? What if the other Russians were trying to warn us?My mind goes into overdrive as I come to a stop in front of the group. I can instantly see who Sergei is. He’s a wolf of a man. Standing over six feet, thick gray hair and a beard, all groomed, and a suit that barely stretches across his barrel chest. He’s sixty-five but looks like he’d put me in the ground with ease. He’s covered in tattoos.We share one last look and get out. I immediately slide open the rear van door and grab our things. When I come back, I catch a glimpse of Leandro’s father, Nicholas Colombino, the biggest Don of them all. Luca even answers him. He’s the same age as

[Dawn]The kiss is tantalizingly delicate.Slow. Heartfelt. Our lips move in sync, tracing emotions too deep for words. Every kiss is deliberate, every brush of his lips against mine a promise. His hands explore the curve of my body, skimming the fabric of my dress in a way that makes me ache for more. I can feel the tension in his touch—the restraint, the barely contained hunger. I want him to tear the dress from my body, just as I want to rip his suit off with the same fervor. But we hold out, the anticipation coiling tighter. His lips trail from mine to my neck, tasting the line from my collarbone up to the sensitive skin behind my ear. When he nibbles at my earlobe, my knees nearly buckle. His hands find my zipper, teasing the line down my back with agonizing slowness. I slip his jacket from his shoulders, and we both take our time undressing each other, savoring the unveiling. When I’m finally bare before him, his eyes darken, filled with something primal and reverent.

[Aldo]Dawn throws my hand down instantly. I go to ask what’s wrong, then see Andre.“Hey, hey,” he says. “It’s the drivers.”Dawn and I both pause for a second before going forward. “Andre, what're you doing here?” Dawn asks.“Luca told me to come get you guys. Said everything went well.” He’s grinning despite everything. “Said Leandro was happy with you two and everything.”I feel like we’ve been set up. Is this another trick from Sophie and Luca? To send us back into a trap? Or to teach us to be careful? The paranoia of the trip is getting to me.“So how was it?” Andre asks.“Good,” I say.“Bad,” Dawn says.We both look at each other quickly, and Andre laughs.“I get it,” he says, pointing between us. “I bet Aldo made you listen to those corny classics the whole drive up.” He throws an arm around his sister and grins. “She just doesn’t like your music, bro. She never has.”Dawn grins. “Yep.” She laughs nervously.Our nervous energy seems to be lost on Andre, he seems too happy. We

[Aldo.]“Well you know…” She begins.“No. I don’t know. This is what you’ve been arguing about these last few weeks. You convinced me that everything would be alright. That we’d all be happier with the truth in the air. Now you’re backing out?”“I’m not backing out, I’m just anxious.”I take Dawn’s hands in mine, and we both take a large breath in and then exhale slowly. “Everything will be fine, remember? We love each other. We’ve known each other forever. It only makes sense that we’d eventually see each other this way. Like you said,” I cup Dawn’s jaw in my hand. “We need to look after our happiness too.”Dawn grins. She looks unsure but ultimately agrees. She takes the keys and pops them in her purse. “I locked the car before getting out anyway.”Sophie comes out then, holding a few drinks and passes them off to us. She encourages Dawn to drink quickly and then pulls her away to dance. Dawn looks back at me one last time before disappearing into the throng of bodies. I stand th