"Not me." Luca bares his teeth. "I have too many kinks to be satisfied by just one woman."
"You guys done discussing your proclivities?" Michael looms over us. My oldest brother has always been big and brawny. While Massimo is the only one who is taller and broader, Michael holds his own when it comes to presence. He shoves a hand into the pocket of his black jeans as he trains his gaze on me. "Need to talk to you,fratellino."
"Thought we’d done enough of that already?" I drawl. "If you’re trying to dissuade me from marrying her—"
Michael raises a hand. "Far be it from me to stand in the way of true love." He glances over his shoulder to where Karma walks over to sit next to Cassandra. "I, more than anyone, know that even the most unorthodox of beginnings can have HEAs."
"Did he just use the abbreviation?" Seb blinks.
"He did use the abbreviation," Luca says in a disgusted voice.
"Go on, Chris, you need to join the band of married brothers," Massimo drawls. "Our Don needs to discuss matters of domestic concern with you."
Michael snorts. "If you pussies were any more jealous, I’d see green glowing from the tips of your hairs."
"Jealous? Do I look jealous?" Massimo settles back in his chair. "I plan on taking a nap, since I have no woman to answer to, unlike the two of you."
I glare at him. "You’re a fucking joke, you know that?"
"Speak for yourself." Massimo yawns. He folds his massive arms over his chest and shuts his eyes.
Luca and Seb rise to their feet and wander away to the back of the cabin while speaking in low voices.
Adrian ambles over to join Antonio toward the front of the aircraft.
Michael sits down next to me. "Heard your bride-to-be decided to stay the night with Nonna?"
"And I had to arrange to have her clothes packed and brought over to the aircraft, no less."
Michael laughs. "The two of you fight or something?"
"Or something."
He peers into my features. "One thing you need to realize when it comes to matters of the heart."
"First, it’s not a matter of the heart, but go on."
Michael stares at me as if he doesn’t quite believe what I just said, then he shakes his head. "Grovel," he mutters.
"What?" I scowl. "What the hell do you mean by that?"
"If you’ve done something to get on her bad side, then the only way to fix it is to grovel."
"First of all, I haven’t done anything to her. Period. And fuck, if I’m going to grovel."
Michael’s gaze widens, then he throws his head back and laughs. "Good luck with that. You’re going to need it with that attitude. If I were you, I’d try to make amends for whatever it is you did."
"Just because you’re married doesn’t make you an expert on relationships."
"Hey, I’m not the one in the doghouse."
"Doghouse?" I shake my head. "You're the one left holding the cat, as far as I can tell."
A purring sound reaches us as Karma’s cat Andy brushes against Michael’s leg. Michael bends, scoops up the animal, who's purring only grows louder. He rubs the beast between his eyes, then scratches him under his chin, sending the cat into ecstasy.
“I’d rather be holding my wife’s pussy than sitting in the doghouse,” he quips before he rises to his feet and walks toward Karma, who holds out her arms. The cat jumps into them, and Karma snuggles the beast, which tucks itself into her chest and closes its eyes. Karma rises to her feet and follows Michael toward the rear of the plane, where they occupy seats next to each other. Bastardo.
I raise my gaze to find Aurora watching me. I hold her gaze a second longer before I crook my finger.