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“I’ll ask for a fucking pay raise once I’m back in Chicago,” Santino growled as he got up and began to undress.
“Be selfish for once, Sofia. In this world, we women get so few choices, so little freedom. We have to grasp happiness by the collar and drag it with us. We can’t hope for happiness to jump into our lap. Be selfish. You deserve
I cleared my throat. “Thank you for having my back. I don’t know what I would have done without you these last few months. You’re my best friend and I love you.” Anna swallowed hard and looked up to the ceiling, blinking rapidly. “Don’t make me cry, Soph. I have a reputation to uphold. I’ve worked hard for the title of Ice Queen.”
“Will you dance with me?” Emma looked almost wounded when I asked. “Danilo—” “You always loved to dance.” “I did, when I had legs capable of dancing,” she hissed. I bent and slid one arm under her legs while the other supported her back before I lifted her out of her wheelchair. Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?” Her eyes scanning the crowd—everyone was watching. I didn’t care. If one of them said a single word, I’d make this a bloody wedding. “It’s my wedding, and I want a dance with my sister,” I said firmly as I held her against my chest. Her arms finally came around my neck
“You can’t carry me through a dance. I’m too heavy.” I carried her toward the dancefloor and people made room for us since we required a bigger space to dance due to the way I was holding Emma. “Are you suggesting I’m not strong enough?” Emma smiled gently. “You are the strongest man I know.” I began to dance to the music with Emma in my arms, ignoring the curious looks, but scowling at those who dared to direct pity at my sister. She didn’t want their pity. Soon, Emma started laughing as we whirled around to the music. When the dance was over, and I carried her back to her wheelchair, she
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Love doesn’t work from a distance. You can only love whom you know. Love means work and dedication, but most of all, time.”
Where I was prideful, Sofia was humble. Where I was vengeful, she was forgiving. Where I was short-tempered, she was patient.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Mrs. Mancini. I love you.”
“I’ll protect you till the end of my days.” I touched his hand. “I know.”
The past really had been put to rest. We’d gone through some difficult times, but we were happy now.
