Power (Mafia Ties: Brandon & Carly Book 2) by Fiona Davenport Page B

began to play. He’d asked me to leave the song selection to him, and I was surprised by his choice.
    “I didn’t take you for a jazz man,” I murmured as he pulled me into his arms and we began to sway together.
    “It seemed like the obvious choice since you’ve been unforgettable from the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
    My eyes teared up at his admission. “I thought you couldn’t stand me back then.”
    With one long finger, he tilted my head up to stare into my eyes. “Then I must have done a damn good job hiding how you made me feel. I tried to fight it, but I was a goner from the beginning.”
    We moved together, eyes locked, for another minute before his father interrupted us.
    “Out of my way, boy,” he ordered. “I want to dance with my new daughter.”
    “Only for you, Papà,” Brandon grumbled, stepping aside.
    “Go make your mamma happy and dance with her instead.”
    I giggled at how my tough man hurried to follow his father’s command.
    “Music to my ears, being able to make my son’s girl laugh.”
    “You’ll have to teach me how to make him jump at my commands like that someday.”
    “I don’t think you need me to learn how to do that. I’ve seen how my boy is with you.”
    “Yeah, my tough enforcer is a marshmallow when it comes to you,” Nic added as he tapped Brandon’s father on the shoulder, making him grumble about not getting long enough with me. Then again, Nic barely got thirty seconds before Tommy interrupted us.
    “How did the father-daughter dance turn into the father-in-law, cousin, and childhood friend dance?” I asked him.
    “Just lucky I guess.”
    Luck had nothing to do with it. I was sure the men in my life all plotted to make sure Brandon’s mom was able to get her dance without making me feel like I was missing out. Their plan had worked, too, except I really needed to step away for a moment.
    “How about you escort me to the bathroom instead?”
    “We’d better let Brandon know where we’re going,” Tommy answered.
    I glanced over to where Brandon was dancing. “His mom looks so happy. I really don’t want to interrupt them.”
    “Fine, but you better be quick about it.”
    “Hey, you’re not the boss of me,” I griped.
    “True, but your new husband is, and I know he doesn’t want you out of his sight for long.” Tommy pointed out.
    “I’ll hurry,” I agreed, pushing open the bathroom door.
    “I’ve gotta take a piss, too,” Tommy announced. “If you finish before me, stay put until I’m done.”
    “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I grumbled. It was my wedding day for Pete’s sake. The reception hall was surrounded by DeLuca and O’Reilly men, and I just wanted to enjoy this day to the fullest. If there ever was a time for me to not worry about the possible threat Sean presented, this was it. The bastard would have to be batshit crazy to try something today of all days.
    “Nobody gets past you while she’s in there,” I heard Tommy instruct a member of the O’Reilly crew who was here to help with security as the bathroom door shut behind me. He had been coming out of the men’s bathroom as we’d walked up.
    Peeing while dressed in a wedding gown turned out to be more difficult than I expected, but I still somehow managed to beat Tommy back out again. Peeing had reminded me that I’d forgotten one of Brandon’s gifts in my bag in the back of the limo. I’d been planning to give it to him during the ride, but the moment hadn’t been right with all of his brothers there. Luckily, the guy Tommy had ordered to guard the doors was still there.
    “Follow me out to the limo,” I ordered him, moving quickly towards the doors. If I was fast enough, I could be back again before Tommy noticed I’d left.
    “She’s on the move to the limo,” I heard him report to someone, presumably over an ear piece. Considering the level of security Brandon had put into place, it didn’t surprise me.
    When we reached the limo, he opened the door for me