by René, Dani
“I’ll find you this evening on the balcony,” he tells me in a hushed whisper, and I wonder if he’s in a meeting. At times, he’ll call me while in meetings with his brothers, Franco and Gio.
“My dress will be—”
“Don’t tell me, gattina,” he tells me. “I will find you. You know I like to play hide and seek, and when I find you, kitten . . .” His words trail off into nothing; the silence is the promise. My nipples harden and my panties are wet from thinking about what he’s going to do to me.
“I look forward to it, il sicario,” I tease him, calling him a killer because I know he’s done bad things, and each time I utter the nickname, he only chuckles.
“Ciao,” he says before hanging up.
Rolling over onto my back, I stare stupidly at the ceiling with a grin on my face. My new life is turning out to be everything I need to start fresh.
* * *
Oliver
The office is empty.
Everyone has gone home, and I’m sitting back, staring out at the city slowly coming alive as the moon hangs in the dark sky. Chance told me not to be home before seven, so, for the first time in a long while, I’m obeying him instead of the other way around.
Glancing at my watch, I notice it’s almost time to leave. He thinks I don’t know what he’s doing, setting up dinner, preparing a special meal for us. The thing is, he doesn’t realize I have a gift for him.
I should’ve been the one at home, setting the table, making sure the food is ready as soon as he walked in. And when he enters, I would be sitting with a tumbler waiting on him to gift him the item I bought.
Instead, he has been fighting me tooth and nail to cook, so I allowed him that one privilege to mess with my plans. With both of us enjoying dominance, there are times we have a push and pull, and even though it would’ve annoyed me in the past, with Chance, I bask in it.
Grabbing my jacket and keys, along with my phone and wallet, I head out of my office and down to the garage. When I slip into the driver’s seat, my phone pings with a message.
I don’t read it.
I don’t need to because I know it’s him.
The ride home doesn’t take me long. And when I finally pull into the drive, I notice none of the lights on. Frowning, I exit the vehicle and head inside. The foyer is silent. There’s not a sound coming from the kitchen, which is rather strange.
But the moment I step into the dining room area, I see him. Chance is standing at the windows that overlook the backyard. He’s dressed in a dark pair of slacks, and a shirt that looks white, but with the candlelit room, I can’t be sure.
“I’m guessing dinner is ready?” I question when I near him, taking in the place settings. The china is expensive, a set I bought so long ago I’d forgotten I own it.
“It is.” He turns. Smiling at me, he hands me a glass with a shot of alcohol. A smoky fragrance comes from it, and I realize it’s my favorite malt whisky.
“This is rather fancy,” I say, waving my hand over the table. Two candles sit in the center, the flames dancing in the darkness, making Chance’s skin flicker with the glow.
“It’s a special evening,” he tells me, and my heart leaps into my throat.
If he means what I think he does, I may want to take him upstairs and fuck him into next week. Stepping closer to him, I swallow my drink, savoring the burn for a moment before reaching my hand around the back of his neck. I pull him toward me, our lips inches apart.
“Tell me,” I command. My tone is husky, needy for him to admit what I already know. We’ve been talking about this for months. And with the wedding coming up, I plan to focus solely on the dream he has of running a club in New York once we’re married.
Chance clears his throat, a small grin playing on his lips. “Carrick and Mason signed off on my business plan. I’ll be the proud owner of the NYC club.”
Pulling him in, I press a kiss to his lips. “And I’ll be right beside you.”
“Are you sure you want to leave Chicago?” he questions, and I knew this is something we would need to discuss.
“My job can be done from anywhere in the world,” I tell him. “And being beside you is the only thing that matters. Now, I have something for you.” Stepping back, I head into the foyer and grab the gift box that was delivered yesterday. The moment I saw it, I knew it would be perfect for Chance.
When I return to the dining room, I place the box in his hand, waiting for him to realize what it is. The click of the lid echoes around us, and those green eyes I’ve been losing myself in for the past few months lift to mine, and the wetness that shines in them makes me smile.
“This . . .” He lifts the object from the black velvet. A sleek silver band which will fit around his wrist perfectly has an onyx stone in the middle. The engraving on the inside is something I had personalized just for Chance. “This is . . .”
“It’s yours. It means you’re mine. I wanted to give you a collar, but this is something I’d love to see on your arm forever.”
“But the wedding—”
“The wedding is for our family. This is for us,” I confirm. It’s true; this is our private moment, only for our eyes.
“I love you, Oliver. You are everything to me.”
“And you’re my world.” I smile. “Forever.”
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Reaching the end of this series is bittersweet. Yes, I’m going to miss these characters who’ve spent the last couple of years with me, but I’m also excited to move onto something new.
This may not be the last time you see them, but this will be the last story in the Sins of Seven Series. Thank you for loving these couples, for your support and reviews, and for taking the time out of your busy schedules to message me about them.
Thank you to my BETA’s—Allyson and Cat—you ladies are amazing. I don’t know how I could do this without you!
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About the Author
; Dani is an international bestselling author of a mix of various genres, from romantic suspense to dark erotic romance and even BDSM romance. She loves to delve into the raw, emotional journeys her characters venture on, and enjoys the dark, edgy, and sensual scenes that fill the pages of her books. Dani’s stories are seductive with a deviant edge with feisty heroines and dominant alphas.
Dani lives in the beautiful city of Cape Town, and is a proud member of the Romance Writer's Organization of South Africa (ROSA) and the Romance Writers of America (RWA). She has a healthy addiction to reading, TV series, music, tattoos, chocolate, and ice cream.
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