The Vendetti Devil by Sapphire Knight

Author:Sapphire Knight
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sapphire Knight

15

DANTE

Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage you fool.

I’ve been the same height since I was 12.

— Greelin

* * *

Slipping away from my brothers, I ask one of the musicians if she can sing “La Vie En Rose.” It’s a song that makes me immediately think of my little devil, and not any voice will do. It has to be perfect.

Once the opening notes begin to play, I take Emilia’s hand. She allows me to lead her to the center of the dance floor, following along as if we’ve done it many times in the past. I’m making quite the gesture, dancing with her in front of all these influential people here tonight. I rarely dance at parties or pay anyone much attention, for that matter. I prefer to come off as the cold, unfeeling brother who’s equally rude to everyone. Besides, I’ve never had to do much of anything for women’s attention to fall on me. With a mere flick of my wrist, I wouldn’t be alone for long as someone’s always thirsty.

“You can dance,” Emilia states, gazing up at me with wonder.

With a smirk, I quickly spin and dip her. “Something like that.”

“You’re an enigma, Dante Vendetti.” She said the words so lowly that I nearly missed them.

“You think so?”

“I know so, and I doubt anyone knows all the layers to you.”

“The same could be said for you.”

“Only because I’m new here.”

“You’ve been here longer than anyone not married or employed by one of us.”

She draws in a swift breath as I pull her to my chest, wrapping my arms around her. Everyone’s staring even if they keep attempting to appear like they’re not. I can read a room, and they want to know who this woman is in my arms. Not theirs. “I’ve never danced before tonight,” she confesses.

“I won’t let you trip. Besides, everyone’s far too concerned with who you are, not how you’re moving your feet. Aside from your identity, your beauty is more than enough to distract them. They’re too busy wondering who your famiglia is, whether you’re a model, or an heiress from another country I flew in for the party. Nosey bastardos.”

Emilia laughs, her head tipping back to gaze up at me, and I swear it’s like witnessing the stars for the first time. She’s so utterly stunning.

“Bellissima,” I murmur under my breath. She must read my lips as her cheeks flush with the compliment. This woman has me forgetting where I am, lost in her eyes and the music. It’s been years since a woman’s stolen my breath, and this feels nothing like the time before.

We keep dancing through “It's Been a Long, Long Time” and “Crazy.” When Grace and G-Eazy begin singing “You Don’t Own Me,” I shake myself out of the trance I’d been in and flick my gaze throughout the room. Sure there are others dancing around us as well, but now it’s clear that Emilia means something more. I was too busy being wrapped up in the melody and having her in my arms, anything could’ve happened.

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