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“Get him the fuck out of my sight before I actually fucking kill him,” I yell to my brothers before turning back to my woman. She’s sobbing, tears freely falling down her face. Her breathing is erratic––she’s having a panic attack. I need to calm her down. “Princess, breathe for me… can you do that?” I place both hands on either side of her face, trying to get her to focus on me, but she keeps trying to look behind me, looking for her Da, and I think for a minute, she might be worried about him. I’m about to tell her she has nothing to worry about, not yet anyway, but then I see the look in her eyes, the fear. She’s not looking for him because she’s worried, she’s looking for him because she’s afraid.
I spin her so she has her back to where they all are. “Baby, look at me. I need you to focus on me, nobody else.” She takes a deep breath and looks at me.
“Finn, I was so scared, I thought he was going to take me away, I thought he was going to hurt me…”
“Princess, I’ll never let him or anyone else hurt you. You’re safe, baby, I promise. Let’s go home.” I reach over for her robe, realising she’s in her fucking underwear, when she pulls on my hand to stop me.
“What about the wedding?”
“We can get married another day. We should go home and let you rest.”
“Finn…” Alex comes up next to me, placing a hand on my arm. “We’re here now and he’s taken care of, so why don’t we clean Cara up and meet you at the alter in thirty minutes?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I think she should go home and rest.” I want to get married, but her safety is my only priority right now.
“I want to marry you, and you said I was safe. Please, Finn. Can we just get married right now?”
“Are you sure?”
She gives me a small smile and nods. “I’m sure. Please?”
“Okay.” I place a kiss on her lips, and then on the red handprint on her face. I’ll break his fucking hand for hitting her. I can’t kill him because he’s her Da, but I will make sure he pays for what he’s done to her. I give her a wink then nod to Alex and leave them to clean her up, heading back out to the altar.
Killian and Ronan are already waiting for us at the altar when I get there, and Connor is trailing behind, making sure his woman is okay.
“Is he taken care of?” I ask them both.
Ronan just nods––man of few words, as usual. Killian rolls his eyes at him then turns back to me. “Yeah, security have taken him and the fucker he had with him back to the warehouse. The rest of our guys remain outside. We’ll work out how he got in later, but right now, let’s just get you married.”
I nod, my heart racing, the adrenaline coursing through me. I’m fucking raging––a rage like I’ve never felt before. I know I can’t kill her Da, but I’m going to have to kill someone or I won’t be able to control my demon when I’m in the room with him. Maybe I can kill the guy he was with?
Less than thirty minutes later, the music starts, and I turn to face the back of the church just as my woman follows the others through the door, her brother on her arm, ready to give her away.
The moment I see her, my breath is literally knocked right out of me. I lose all control, and I cry. I actually fucking cry at her beauty. Her brown hair is curled and pinned on the back of her head, with a couple of pieces falling down around her face. Her make-up is minimal, giving her a little glow, making her beautiful brown eyes shimmer. Her dress––holy fuck her dress. The neckline curves around her beautiful breasts, and fitted around her waist, but it’s layered all the way down, with a little flare. The flowers in her hands are pink peonies, and my eyes focus back on her face, just as she reaches me. She smiles so fucking bright, and I’m so pleased that the incident before hasn’t spoiled this for her. She tuns to face me, then I see it, the crown of orange roses threaded through her hair. She’s beautiful.
I have no idea how we get through the ceremony, I can’t take my eyes off her, and I barely hear a word anyone says. I only just manage to say my vows, and that’s only because Killian digs me in the ribs to let me know I need to concentrate. I’m aware everyone laughs at me, but I don’t give a shit. Right now, all I can think of is her.
The moment the priest announces us as husband and wife, I pull her to me, wrapping my arms around her and slamming my lips to hers. I knock the wind out of us both, and everyone cheers as I pull away to look at her, and it’s only then it hits me… Jesus, fuck… this woman isn’t my princess, she’s my fucking queen.
Chapter 25
I can’t believe I’m married. I thought I would have been sad, having a small wedding and not having my friends or family around me, but I soon realised the only people I needed there were my brother, Finn, and his family.
My father almost ruined the day. When he came storming into the small room, I really did think he was going to drag me away. I thought I’d never see Finn or his family again. I was so scared. When he slapped Niamh, I don’t know who was madder, Seamus or Mary. I think if she hadn't have been so worried about her then she might have killed my Da there and then.
I know Finn’s brothers dragged him out of there, but I don’t know what they did to him after that. I don’t know what his fate will be. I hate him. I hate him for what he’s done to me, to the clan, and for what he did to Ma, but I don’t think I’d cope if Finn killed him. I know he’s bad and he’s done some shitty things, but he’s still my Da.
Because it was just the family, we haven’t got a big reception planned, so Finn’s brothers booked out the place where we got engaged last night for the wedding meal.
I’m so glad the girls all agreed to be my bridesmaids today, it really did make me feel like family. I hear Maddie give out an excited squeal just as she comes barrelling up to me and jumps into my lap. She’s wearing a cream-coloured dress, with an orange ribbon around the middle, and an orange ribbon in her hair. She looks beautiful. “Hey, princess, are you having a good day?”
“Yes. Uncle Finn says he wants you to dance with him now, come on…” She climbs out of my lap and drags me out of the chair towards him.
“Dance with me, beautiful.” He holds out his hand for me and I take it, letting him pull me to him. He wraps his arms around me as Kodaline, ‘The One,’plays through the speakers.
“You know you’re no longer my, princess, right?” he whispers in my ear. I pull back to look at him, confused and maybe a little hurt.
“You’re no longer my princess, baby girl, you’re my queen.” He smiles at me, the kind of smile that takes my breath away and makes my heart swell. I rest my head on his chest, and we dance to the music as everyone else stands around watching us. I’ve never felt more loved than I do in this moment.
