Page 3 of Forbidden Bride (Forbidden 1)
“Stop it, both of you. I don’t need this bullshit right now,” Dante says.
Armani glances at him and his face softens. “What’s with the bags under your eyes? Up all night? The baby isn’t even here yet.”
Dante’s lips curve. “There are other reasons to be up all night.”
I’m out of here. “Great talk. See you two later.”
I get out of my chair and bolt for the door, but Dante chuckles and snags my sleeve.
“There’s more to life than one-night stands, brother. You’ll see,” he says.
Armani looks at me, too, and grins. “Him? He’ll never be reformed.”
“You’re right,” I shoot back. “The day I commit to one woman like you did, Dante, is the day I’ll cut off my own balls.”
With that I’m out the door, breezing down the hallway as if nothing can touch me.
But underneath the bravado, I’m strung tight as a bow. Revenge isn’t my forte normally, but God help any Bruno that crosses my path.
We’re going to war with the Brunos. I can feel it in my bones.
