All Chapters of Surrender To Me: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

WE WERE over an hour late for dinner. Bianca only gave me a knowing smile when we walked in before pulling me into a fierce hug.“I’m so glad to see you looking and feeling better.” “I do,” I replied with a smile.“Now, show me this rock my brother got you.”I showed her my ring finger, tilting it side to side so the light would catch the blue fire of the stone.“Damn, Bane, you must love this woman.”He wrapped an arm around my waist, dropping a kiss on my shoulder. “More than my own life,” he told his sister.His words made me glow with love. “It’s more than I wanted,” I told Bianca. “But Bane has a stubborn streak a mile wide.”She chuckled. “Don’t I know it? And don’t even bother to try and deter him from buying you things.” She gestured to her house. “See? I mentioned I loved this house once, and he goes and buys it for me.” She shook her head and turned around. “Come into the kitchen. Dinner will take a little while to heat back up.”I grimaced. “I’m sorry we were late. We—”“I

Bane FUCK, why was I so nervous? As I waited for my future wife to walk down the aisle, I did my best not to shove my hands in my pockets or thrust them through my hair. I was fucking wired, and that nervous energy was there for everyone to see. “She’ll be here,” James said into my ear. I turned to look at my brother-in-law. “I know. I just…” I didn’t know what. I was nervous, not because I didn’t think she’d come but because I wasn’t sure I could control myself long enough to get through the ceremony before I had to take her cunt. We slept apart last night, and it had nearly killed me. After being together every single day for a year, waking up beside her, having showers with her, fucking sinking in between her legs at every opportunity, being apart for that one night had seemed like a death sentence. Turning around, I looked out at the ocean and breathed in deep. Our ceremony was small compared to most of the Hollywood elites. Neither of us wanted to fill it up with people we

Dante’s icy gaze lands on me. His eyes narrow. My heart thumps a bit faster. “Fine,” he says between sips, “Ask her.” “Corina,” Hunter says. I’m too shocked to respond. How does he know my name? I’m sure I never gave it, and I don’t have a name tag or anything of the sort. “What do you think about adding yourself to the pot?” “Adding myself, I don’t understand?” I glance at my boss, but I get nothing except a clenched jaw. “How about,” Hunter leans in and grabs my hand. His is bigger than mine and while he’s not as good-looking as the other person sitting at the table, he has a smooth baritone that is difficult to resist, “we play for your lovely hand. Whoever wins gets to spend the night with you.” “She’s not a hooker,” Dante grunts. “No, but anyone can be bought if the price is right. You won’t lose out. You get to keep something of your own as well. How about ten thousand dollars?” That’s a lot of money for me. Even though I had already made a couple of thousand in terms

Dante She is beautiful. I can’t deny that. There is something about her that makes it hard to look away from her. She has a certain allure to her that makes you want to keep looking at her. She made it hard to concentrate on my game and I lost a few rounds as a result. Looking at her right now, the way her dress, a black mini dress that all the dealers wear, clings to her body, and hugs all the right parts to highlight her curves, makes me forget the reason I’m here. This must be why he chose her. She’s a distraction. A good one at that. I have to give it to Saccone. He knows how to choose his women. And to think I had half the mind to fuck her. If it weren’t for Sal coming in at the end of the game, I might have tried to seduce her, which would mean breaking one of my rules. Never fuck employees. “Please.” She speaks, pulling me back to reality. “I know you think I must have done something, stolen something, but I assure you I didn’t.” She leans forward. I don’t fail to notice her

Hunter is a friend of mine. We’ve known each other since high school and we went to the same college together and majored in the same field. But he’s not family. Nor is he part of my world, as much as he wants to be. Anytime he sees a glimpse, he goes wild with excitement. When we were in high school, I once showed him the gun my father had given me after my first kill. He grabbed it out of my hands, pulled the trigger, and almost shot a maid who happened to walk by. That was the last time I ever gave him a firearm. But to please him, from time to time, I let him in on the Mafia world just so he can stop constantly bugging me. So, I say, “Yes.” His eyes widen and he leans in, clearly wanting to know more. “That’s all I’m saying.”“Come on.”“Invisible wall, remember. You’re too cute to go to jail.”He chuckles and lets it go. Hunter knows I’m right. He handles the Grand Palazzo’s finances and overall, I’ve done my best to keep them clean. The only link this place has to the underworld