Carter: A Mafia Billionaire Romance by Shanna Handel

Author:Shanna Handel [Handel, Shanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 2019-08-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Sasha

The day of the funeral has come.

I shouldn’t even be going. Since we aren’t yet married, I’m not officially a Bachman. But Bronson made an exception for me, as John is related to Carter, and Brett was like a father to John. I think Bronson’s decision to allow Carter to include me is Bronson’s way of holding out an olive branch to me.

He knows how hard I’m working to get the hang of this whole submissive wife thing.

I’m trying my best, but the gods know I’m a work in progress.

I carefully pack my—what should I call it? sausage potato pepper, best made with your ass hanging out—dish into my lidded casserole pan. I tuck it within the soft fabric of the carrier Mary has gifted me. It’s blue and white checked, with two strong handles. The material it’s made of will keep the food hot until it comes time to serve it.

A week ago, after I’d finally nailed fried chicken—Carter’s favorite—she’d handed it to me, pride radiating from her face, and told me I’d graduated from her cooking school.

Holding the straps, I walk to the foyer. A glimpse of my reflection catches my eyes. I barely recognize myself.

My long, dark hair hangs over my shoulders in soft, tumbling curls. During Paige’s last visit to the village. Bronson had invited us over for an impromptu grill out. While the men were discussing dinner on the patio, she’d grabbed my hand, tugging me upstairs. She insisted she show me how to use a curling iron. It’s not fair—you have such beautiful hair and just looking at it, I know it will hold a curl all day long. Let me show you.

She pushed me down into a chair, strong for her tiny size, and got to work, pulling and tugging my hair into tendrils. When she was on her last strand, Carter had entered the room, telling me it was time for us to go home. His eyes lit up when he saw me, saying, “Daddy likes.”

His unexpected words made a rush of heat melt through my core and a tension rise between my legs.

It made Paige giggle.

So today, I took special care to curl it myself. And it doesn’t look half bad.

My fitted, sleeveless white dress—Carter reverently told me we wear white as it’s a celebration of life, not death—looks stunning against my olive skin. I’ve never really been one to wear light colors.

And in my hands, my stylish food carrier. The picture of a domestic goddess.

“What has happened to you, Sasha?” I breathe to my reflection. But on my face is a wide grin.

A horn honks and I rush out the door to meet Mary. She’s driving John’s red Porsche Panamera. We will meet our significant others at the site of the burial. Though what all the ceremony entails, or if there will even be a burial, I have no idea.

When a member of the brotherhood passes, all of the men spend the night before the ceremony in a closed chamber with the body of the deceased.

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