“If you want to continue this argument, do it in the changing room,” Remo ordered.
Mick nodded and climbed out of the cage then hurried toward the changing rooms. Remo clapped my shoulder, but his eyes held warning. “You got what you wanted. I hope you’ll still want it in a few years because this is until death do us part.”
I answered his twisted grin with my own. “I’m a grown man, Remo. Gemma is and will be mine till the bitter end.”
“I’m not worried about her being yours. No one with half a brain will touch a Falcone woman. But she might want you to be hers too, remember that.”
My heart pounded in my chest, watching the fight, as if I was the one in the cage. Every muscle in my body taut with anticipation, with breathless expectation and almost delirious hope.
I had to admit seeing Savio fight for me was more thrilling than I’d ever admit aloud. It was primal and brutal, and incredibly sexy. I’d seen Savio fight Diego often enough to tell that he could have sent Mick to the floor within the first ten seconds, but he didn’t want to embarrass him completely.
Until suddenly fury distorted Savio’s expression and he sent Mick to the floor with an amazing kick against the chest. The crowd let out a simultaneous gasp at the sound of the body’s impact. I jerked to my feet like everyone around me, my pulse galloping wildly.
“Ouch,” Toni groaned. “You’re crushing my hand.”
I released her. I hadn’t even realized I was clutching her hand in a death grip. “Sorry,” I whispered, never taking my eyes off the cage where Savio was straddling Mick and holding him by the throat. Come on, surrender, Mick. Do yourself the favor of ending this, and do me the favor.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mick hammered his hand against the floor, signaling surrender. I released a harsh breath.
Toni kissed my cheek. “You get your dream boy.”
Savio was mine. After all the years of fawning over him from afar, he was finally mine.
Noticing Diego’s gaze, I turned to him. He wasn’t smiling.
His negativity would only ruin the moment, so I turned away and was met with Savio’s intense stare.
He stood in the cage, covered in sweat and Mick’s blood, because I hadn’t seen Mick land a single direct hit, staring at me. Without saying a word, without his ring on my finger, without an official engagement that look alone claimed me as his.
My stomach warmed and my core tightened in a way it never had, with a want that stunned and terrified me.
Finally, he looked away, setting me free.
“I need to catch some fresh air,” I said in a rush. In truth, I only needed a moment to myself so I could really let the situation sink in. It still felt too surreal to be true. Too good.
“I’ll come with you,” Diego said at once.
I shook my head, seeking Toni’s gaze. “I can go. And we’re only in the backyard, so nothing’s going to happen.”
Diego exchanged a look with Dad. Then he stood. “I’m coming.”
Dad pushed to his feet as well. “I’ll have a talk with Remo and later with Savio.”
I nodded, only half-listening. For some reason, I suddenly felt as if I couldn’t breathe. Diego put a hand on my back and gently nudged me forward. I lightly leaned against him, not even sure why. People were watching me. I wasn’t sure where Savio was and I was almost relieved that I wasn’t caught up in his stare as well.
With Diego at my side, we pushed through the drinking and talking Camorrista quickly until we reached the door behind the bar and then the deserted corridor. Commotion came from the kitchen and I walked farther down to an even quieter spot. There I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. So much had happened these last few days. It was mind-boggling.
Diego leaned right beside me, staring down at me with quiet scrutiny. “I thought you’d be happy.”
I was happy, ridiculously happy, and yet, I couldn’t really give in to that light-hearted feeling. Maybe because after all these years and after thinking it wouldn’t happen, I finally had what I wanted all along. I would marry Savio.
The promise that silly ten-year-old Gemma had given herself, it was going to become reality. “Are you?” I asked Diego instead of answering his question.
He frowned. “Happy?”
“Yeah.”
I tilted my head to the side, my temple against the cool wall, and studied my brother. For as long as I could remember, he’d protected me, mostly from non-existing dangers, but still. Strangely enough, I wanted his approval, wanted him to be happy for me.
“Can’t say that I am.”
“Why? Because you’re worried I’ll take Savio from you?” I didn’t think it was that.
Diego snorted. “We’re not attached to the hip. You make it sound like we’re in some kind of twisted bromance.”
I laughed. “You spent a lot of time together. You used to.”
A hint of regret passed Diego’s face. “It pissed me off how he chased one girl after the other, especially because I knew you wanted him to ask for your hand.”
“You were angry because of me.”
“Of course, Gemma, what do you think?” He shook his head. “And the reason why I’m not happy is because I don’t think Savio deserves you. Not the way he’s been acting and certainly will keep acting until you’re married and maybe even…” He trailed off.
“He’ll have to change his ways now that we’re engaged.”
Diego sighed and touched the top of my head. “I doubt that’s going to happen.”
The door to the bar swung open and Savio stepped into the corridor, still only in his fight shorts and barefoot. He stalked toward us, causing Diego to straighten and narrow his eyes in full protector mode.
The butterflies in my belly fluttered wildly when Savio stopped beside me.
“Give us a moment,” Savio said.
“I don’t think so.”
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