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offered.
    Jordana thought for a minute. Paparazzi-free? It was a very tempting offer.
    “And oh! Before I forget…Rocco’s best friend and best man will also be here for the wedding….maybe you could—” Mel was hinting heavily.
    “Ha! You still haven’t changed! You’re still trying to pair me off with someone!”
    “Can you blame me? I have two hundred six bones in my body…all of them romantic at the moment.”
    They laughed together and happily spent the next two hours catching up and planning for the wedding.
     
     
    VI HEADQUARTERS
    ROME, ITALY
     
    “You drunk? You’re talking shit,” Lonzo exclaimed at his bestfriend’s bombshell.
    “Come on, man. Be a pal. Can’t you even fake a happy face for your oldest mate?” Rocco Romolini replied, brushing his jibe off.
    “You’re stoned. Your cousin Joey must be around and gave you a joint.”
    Rocco smirked. “I’m not stoned! But I have to agree with you there. Joey always has great hash.”
    “You can’t be serious about this! Damn, you just met this girl…what…three months ago? And now you’re marrying her? You fucking swallowed your nuts or something?” he derided.
    They shared the same principle when it came to women: love them, indulge them, then make a run for the door before they can have a chance to tie you up. Marriage was a word he never associated with Rocco. His best bud wasn’t even choosy or particular. The man was a veritable lady-killer and they had been each other’s wingman since their teens.
    And now he’s getting hitched? Monogamy? Christ, what has the world come down to?!
    His friend looked affronted.
    “Lonz, my fiancee is a great woman. I have to say, not my usual type. She’s got brains, that one, not just looks,” Rocco explained with a dreamy look in his eyes.
    Fuck, no! The unknown woman had turned his pal into a wimp.
    “Look at you. She’s got both of your balls and now lead you by your dick, you wuss.” he said sarcastically.
    Rocco frowned. “Hey, hey…keep your dirty thoughts to yourself, asshole. That’s my fiancée you’re defaming. And for your perverted mind’s info…I haven’t slept with her…yet,” Rocco answered in irritation.
    “You’ve grown a vagina. What’s with you, man? You just turned up here all fucked up in the head. What did she do to you? Brainwashed you with her pussy?” he continued.
    He couldn’t fathom why Rocco had to marry the woman. If he wanted to have a kid to inherit someday, that could be arranged through surrogates. But to actually get married? Shackles? Lunacy!
    “Fuck off, Lonzo. She’s not just some random chick, you know? She’s the real deal, man. I just knew she’s the one the moment I met her. It’s inevitable. I just fell like a ton of bricks.”
    What a bunch of bullcrap. The woman conditioned Rocco, Lonzo was sure of it.
    “Three months, man! You’ve known her for three months! You’ve known your dog longer than her. Did you even had the smarts to have her background investigated first? What if she’s just after your money? What if her father’s a sociopath and her mother’s serial killer? Stop thinking with your dick! You could be raising future suicide bombers—”
    Rocco laughed heartily at his tirade.
    “I know her well enough to know that she’s the woman for me. And I do know something about her family. Her dad was a famous photographer and her mother is the youngest daughter of a marquis in England. So I think my future children won’t be carrying bombs and blowing themselves off. They will be perfect and good looking like their dad.”
    He regarded his friend with a quizzing look.
    “So, you’re marrying for pedigree now? Since when did you start caring about bloodlines? You don’t even bloody need it. You’re a fucking conte since your dad died!”
    Rocco just grinned.
    “I know what you’re trying to do. Stop. You can’t change my mind. I’m marrying her. It’s a done deal, get used to the idea. So give me your freaking