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ROSALINE

So, I got to know that Vincenzo, Bianca's husband was Alexei's cousin and the head of the Italian mafia. It explained the different accent she had.

Not to mention that Vincenzo and Alexei had almost the same behavior. It was frustrating, to be honest.

We had already spent about three hours at this party and I was getting tired already. Alexei had gone with Vlad, Igor and Vincenzo to talk about 'business.'

They left Bianca and I alone to talk with prod and obnoxious women. I was tired of hearing them talk about the latest Prada clothes they just purchased and Bianca seemed to share my thoughts. She told them our husbands were calling us and grabbed me before whisking me away.

"I can't stand those women. This is why I didn't want to tag along," she huffed as we made our way to the bathroom. "Then why did you come?" I asked with a chuckle. "Because I didn't want any sly woman to touch my husband. He sometimes thinks with his dick," she grumbled.

"That's men for you," I patted h