A cough interrupted their little chat. They turned their heads to Hannah who wasn't standing far from them. Avery pushed Alex away slightly.
"Can I borrow Avery now?" Hannah asked.
Avery nodded her head to her, she didn't want to spend another moment with Alex. The tension that was brewing between them was intense for her to think straight. Her mind drifted to the night they spent together. The night she lost her virginity to the man she didn't think she would marry.
"Aunt Hannah, Avery and I are about to talk about something," Alex complained.
Hannah rolled her eyes and scoffed at her nephew.
"You can have her later. After all, she is your wife, not mine. We need to greet the guests." She said.
Hannah didn't linger long before she dragged Avery with her. Alex shook his head and chuckled. It was nice to see another female in the family. He doubts that Avery is going to love his family.
*****
Standing in front of the bar, Erica ordered a cocktail martini. The alcohol burned her throat when she sipped it. At least this was what she needed. Something to drown her sorrows in.
"Are you allowed to drink this heavily?" A voice said.
She turned and faced the blonde-haired guy.
"And you are?" She asked. Erica settled her glass down and looked at him. She clearly knew who he was, but he wasn't going to voice that out. She rolled her eyes at him when he introduced himself.
"I'm Greyson Rufus. The soon-to-be mafia Lord in Italy."
"So, apparently you're Red Bull's nephew. Aren't you?"
" How did you know?" Greyson asked with a frown.
A few people knew him as Greyson, his name. AND the others knew he was going to take the position of becoming a Lord in Italy.
"Let's say I did my research," Erica exclaimed
Greyson nodded his head; the rumours about her were true. She was a clever woman.
Across the bar, Stefan shot Greyson with a bloodshot eye. His fingers clenched harder around the glass, earning him a crack. His jaw tightened. Erica was his, no matter what they were going through. She was his and no one else.
Greyson turned and locked gaze with Stefan. He notched Erica with his elbow. Erica rolled her eyes out of annoyance. What does this guy want? Why isn't he vanishing?
"What?" She bellowed.
"Do you know him?" Greyson asked, and he gestured his eyes at Stefan.
Erica followed his gaze, her eyes softened but she masked it when Stefan turned to her. It was a silent threat for her to move away from Greyson. She scoffed and said to Greyson.
"I don't know him."
"Are you sure, because his gaze says otherwise."
" Oh please. If you're so scared, then why don't you leave me alone?"