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Chapter Fourteen
ARIA
It’s my wedding day.
Wow. It feels so surreal to be thinking this right now, that today I will be marrying Salvatore Moretti. I giggle to myself, thinking it’s hysterical that the first time I’m meeting his family is at our wedding. We haven’t gone to Seattle yet because he’s been staying with me in L.A. and then we took our trip to New York a couple weeks back. He insisted we just stay, and that’s what we’ve been doing. The sly fox was having us knock out our wedding planning because he wanted us to get married in New York.
He’s not the type to just tell me that, though. No, I had to figure it out for myself.
A knock comes to my door, “Who is it?” I ask, turning my head back. The door creaks open, and in I see his head pop through. “It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!” I snap, chastising him.
He chuckles, raising his eyebrows. “Do you really think that we’re going to have any more bad shit happen to us?”
“I’m the one with the terribly bad luck, not you,” I point out. Sal nods in agreement.
“We need to talk about how today is going to play out.” I listen closely to what he says, “This isn’t going to be your average wedding,mio dolce. This is a Moretti wedding, which means that we’re going to do it the Moretti way. My grandfather will be marrying us in private, with the only witnesses being our parents. From that point on, we will have our reception and do that fru-fru stuff that you ladies like.”
I knew better than to think our wedding would be your typical, average, run of the mill American wedding. We’re both from two notorious crime families.
Salvatore closes his mouth and then opens it, closing it shut again. “What’s on your mind?” I ask him.
“I need to tell you about something. Ion asked me for assistance if issues between the Russians and your uncle develop into something uncontrollable.” Assistance...Ion basically has asked my soon to be husband to kill my familia, if need be. “Your uncle….”
“My uncle, what?” I press him, needing to know what he’s getting at.
Salvatore sighs. “Your uncle was the one behind the assassination attempt on Mariana from a while back.”
My eyes go wide at what he’s telling me. “What? Are you sure!”
“Yes, I am sure. As are the Clans…”
“Oh god. Clan leaders are supposed to be in attendance today...and my uncle is...oh my god. Sal. Sal!” I shoot up from my chair, not sure of what to do. I’ve never called him Sal ever, so I hope this shows him just how scattered I truly am right now.
He places his hands on my shoulders and stares me right in the eyes. “Relax, my love. If anyone so much as tries to shoot at the other they will have something else to worry about. I’m a pretty good shot, baby. As are most of our reception guests. This is the wrong place, and the wrong damn day to fuck with me. No one is going to ruin our day. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I respond back swiftly, keeping the anxiousness that just swarmed over me at bay.
The next few hours fly by, and my nerves are still shot. I can’t help but think something awful is going to happen today, even if it probably won’t. Sal and I walked into a private room where both his parents and mine were sitting in chairs, his family’s priest married us in complete privacy, and to be honest, I preferred that. I’ve never been the type of girl who wants attention from the masses, and it seemed that getting married the Moretti way is the way for me.
“Aria Moretti,” Salvatore hums into my ear as we walk to where our reception is being held in one of the largest hotels in New York. He rented out the entire hotel, no one besides us would be here today. He said it was for security purposes, however, I think he was doing it to be a show off as well.
A chill swarms over my body, and I roll my shoulders, still feeling at unease. “Before you ask, I’m fine. It’s just a little awkward with my father being here. He didn’t even say a word to me,” I murmur softly, turning my head to the right and looking up at my husband. “I never in my wildest dreams thought that he would treat me as if I don’t exist, like I am invisible. I hate this. I hate that I have to stay here and act like everything is okay when it isn’t.”
Salvatore scoffs, causing me to glare at him. “What?” I grumble.
“The answer is simple, mio dolce. You can leave. In fact, we can leave.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean what I’ve just said. We can leave. Neither of us have to stay here. It’s our wedding, I paid the damn bill and say we can do whatever we damn well please,”
I move in front of Sal, facing him. I can’t stand the people who just keep staring at us like we’re prized ponies. “We can’t just leave. Everyone will think that we’re just going to jump each other's bones. Plus, it’s rude.”
“You’re overwhelmed enough as it is. I’m giving you an out, all you have to do is take it.”
I open my mouth and then close it shut. He’s right. He paid for the wedding, and we can do whatever we want. No one is making us abide by their rules, and for the first time in a very long time...I don’t have to follow rules set in stone by another person. “You’re right,” I respond, smiling. “We should get going,” and we do, hand in hand leaving the ballroom.
I never thought I’d be the girl to dip out on her own wedding, but here we are.
