Chapter 90 Dance
Russo
By the time she finishes, more than one eye in the crowd is filled with tears. When I look at Rose, she's crying too. A little thinly. I smile, even as my heart aches at the sight.
Roman says his vows, and it's no less romantic. When they are pronounced husband and wife, Rose finally looks at me, and my heart pounds wildly. I know exactly what she's thinking.
This will be us in a few months. But I don't think she'll be able to walk down the aisle if our relationship remains in its current state.
I've always been great at fixing things. And fixing us might be the most important thing I've ever done.
The wedding ceremony ends, and we move on to the reception—lots of loud music, dancing, and the guests are having a good time. I'm left in a corner with a few men.
Rose comes up to me once and kisses me on the cheek, a kiss that seems more casual than anything else. And then she returns to the bride. My eyes are glued to her from across the room as she talks to her friends.
"I know that look," someone next to me says, breaking my thoughts.
My eyebrow rises as I turn to Christian D'Angelo. "What look?"
"The look of a man getting fucked because he's starting to realize how much he cares." He said.
"Really?" I drawl. "And how do you know that?"
The man smirks before tossing back his shot of vodka. "Look, dude, I don't usually advise that. I'm sure you'll get there in time, but be careful not to take too long. Some things are beyond our control, and sometimes we risk harming those we love most.”
"Noted," I say dryly, though I take his advice to heart. "And why exactly are you in such a good mood?"
"It's the wedding," Christian shrugs. "It reminds me of my own."
Love really does do strange things to people. But who am I to question it?
"Since you're in such a good mood," I say. "I need a favor."
His brother is with him, but I quickly realized that Carlo D'Angelo doesn't talk much and only speaks when absolutely necessary.
"I'm listening," Christian says.
"I need you to help me find someone," I tell him, hating having to give up this information. But I've been searching for a year and haven't gotten any results. The D'Angelos are well-connected, and they have contacts in the city who could prove very useful.
"A man in his late forties, probably works or has worked as a hitman. Red hair, the right side of his face is badly burned."
"Name?" Christian asks.
I shake my head. “I have no idea. All I have is a detailed description of him. And he's extremely skilled with a knife.”
He looks at his brother, who shrugs, but I see a hint of recognition in their eyes.
“We'll have to come back to you about this,” Christian declares.
“Thank you. What do you want in return?”
He bows his head with a slight smile. “Don't worry, Russo. Not everything has to be a deal. Out of the kindness of my heart, I'll help you find him.”
“And here I thought all created people had hearts as black as their souls. Some of us have found a way to keep both heart and soul intact,” Carlo mutters.
Discussion: The thief changes the subject until Tony Legan approaches us, frowning.
"Hey, could you help me check something on the CCTV?" he asks Christian.
"What?" He asked.
"Mikey says he saw some weird woman lurking nearby. Looked Russian." Tony explained.
My eyebrows rise. "Let me guess, blonde hair, long legs?"
His gaze slid sharply over me. "You know her?"
"Not exactly. But I'm pretty sure she's Mincetti." I said.
All three men are tense. "What would Mincetti be doing at my sister's wedding?" Tony asks, his brown eyes flashing.
"I think they're looking for trouble," I reply.
"They never do anything without a good reason," Christian mutters. "Every action is premeditated when it comes to them. How the hell did you meet her?"
"She approached me," I say, shrugging. "It seems they're running a stab at De Luca and me by association. I'm not sure what that is." I remained silent because they didn't seem to have taken any action after our meeting.
"What did they want?" Tony asked.
"They wanted me to choose. Between partnering with your family and theirs, I chose yours.” I'm watching this information sink in.
"That still doesn't explain what they want," Carlo declares.
"Yes, but we're going to find out," Christian says with a determined look. "Come on, Tony. First, we need to confirm if she really is a Mincetti. That's actually a good thing; I've been interested in that family for years."
He and Tony leave as the women arrive. Christian kisses his wife on the cheek and tells her he'll be back. Rose comes over to me. Without hesitation, I put my arm around her waist.
"Hello," I say.
She gives me a warm smile, which slightly embarrasses me. "Want to dance?"
"Of course, darling." I lead her to where a married couple is gliding across the dance floor. Rose and I start swaying, and I raise an eyebrow at the smile on her face.
"You're in a good mood," I said.
"It's a wedding, Enzo." She replied.
"That's what everyone keeps saying. I don't understand why an event has such power over a person's emotions." I said.
She shakes her head. "You're so annoying."
"I'm pretty sure you mean amazing," I tease.
Rose rolls her eyes. "Although I've been thinking about it. And I feel like I owe you an apology."
It makes me think. “About what?”
“The other night. I should never have pushed you like that. You asked me to stop, and I should have listened.”
My hand tightens around her waist. “Don't apologize for this,” I say sharply.