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Epilogue
ISA
“Stop fucking fidgeting,” Misha leans in to whisper into my ear, his warm breath making me shiver all over.
I throw him a nasty look, then bring my attention back to the officiant.
“He’s right, baby,” Danni rumbles from my other side.
He gets his own glare, and his low chuckle comes to mix with Mikhail’s.
“You two,pendejos, leave our girl alone,” Sal chimes in, but his gravelly voice is laced with humor.
When I turn my scowl at him, he winks and squeezes my waist. The feel of his strong fingers sending electric jolts through my body.Asshole.
“It’s okay, cara,” Vito adds, not even bothering to contain his amused grin. “Don’t worry about thesestupidoidiots.”
Then he leans close enough to press his mouth to mine in a quick peck.Yep, panties officially ruined. And we haven’t even made it through the ceremony yet.My fucking men.
Before bringing my attention back to the officiant standing in front of us, my eyes catch my sister’s. Gabrielle is glowing in a smokey taupe gown that fits her like a glove, and contrasts perfectly with my mermaid-cut, pearl-color wedding gown. The dress perfecly hugs her baby bump and generous curves. She’s holding a lovely bouquet of hydrangeas. Similar to mine in composition, but smaller and less sophisticated. Her hair is made up in long, silky waves, similar to my hairdo. And impeccable make-up turns her gorgeous features even more arresting. She smiles, looking in the direction of my guys and shaking her head mockingly. Then mouths, “I love you.”
I reply in kind, “right back at you.” Batting my lashes to keep the tears at bay.
Gabrielle leans her head to the side, resting it on her husband’s arm. Michele DeLuca stands big, tall, and larger than life. Salt and pepper at his temples, his green eyes sparkling with adoration as he presses a tender kiss on top of my twin’s hair. These two. They’ve been through so much and now look at them. In love, married, with a baby on the way. Life has crazy ways of matching us with the ones meant for us. And keeping us safe from the ones who hurt us… My eyes drift to the crowd assembled behind us and zoom in on my father. Stephane Sinclair is nothing but the shadow of the man he used to be. His eyes are sunken, his skin grayish. He lost his bulk, his might. The blazing inferno that lit up his gaze and made him one of the scariest motherfuckers you ever met. These days, he’s nothing but an empty shell, a man with a looming death sentence hovering over his head. BecauseThe Corsicanis coming for him. Sooner or later. But that’s not for me to worry about. My father deserves anything that happens to him. This man was a monster to my mother, Gabrielle, and me. And now he’s paying for his atrocious sins.
My guys wanted him here today. They wanted Stephane Sinclair to crawl out of his seclusion and witness the happiness of his daughters. See us beautiful, fucking cherished, and entirely out of his reach. They forced him to attend the celebration of our union, as a colossal ‘fuck-you’ for all he put the women in his life through.
* * *
I shake myself out of my somber thoughts, inhale a deep breath, and turn back to face our officiant. The older lady gives me a sweet but knowing smile, paired with a wink. She’s all white woolen hair, wrinkled tanned skin, and regal posture. Surrounded by an aura of agelessness. Beautiful and kind. Wearing her years with elegance. Sal’s great-grandmother, Mama Luna. She told us about the polyandrous tribes of her native land. Supported and defended us. When my men were ready to take on the entire world to defend me and our love, she advised and guided us to peaceful alternatives. It could only be her, here, today.
I feel my men close in on me. The heat from their tall, powerful bodies. The blend of their masculine scents and expensive colognes. And the sight of them in their tailored tuxedos. Misha all lean, firm muscles. Danni’s deliciously thick bulk. Sal’s wiry aura. Vito’s controlled dominance. And their love. So much love and tenderness.
In the year since we got together, all I felt was being cared for and fucking worshiped. My men keep me safe and shower me with attention, gifts… and fucking amazing orgasms. My pussy spasms at that thought and I catch my bottom lip between my teeth. And of course Misha doesn’t miss my telltale.
“Almost at that part of the program,milashka.”
A tiny whimper involuntarily escapes my lips when his deep voice rumbles close to my face. And I know all four of them catch it, because low growls come at me from all four men, and I feel a tall, muscular form at my back advance to plaster himself against my curves.We’ll never make it to the end of the ceremony!
“Dear friends and family, thank you for joining us today to celebrate love. My grandson, Salazar, his brothers of the heart, Mikhail, Daniel, and Vito, and my sweet Belle have chosen one another.”
She turns her warm gaze to each one of us as she says our names, her ethereal face split in a radiant smile.
“It is men who don’t understand love. But nature created it in all forms. Therefore, my beloved children, I bless your bond. May the spirits of our ancestors guide and guard you. May your affection grow and blossom. May you share more laughter than tears. May this be your forever.”
She extends her arms to take my hands in hers and squeezes. Then she takes invites all four of my men to lay a hand on top of mine, and whispers an inaudible prayer on our joined fingers.
“Go and grow together, my loves.”
Mama Luna takes me in her arms and holds me tightly for a long beat, before turning me by the shoulders to face my guys. My eyes fill with unshed tears. My heart swells with emotion. There may not be a legal form of commitment for who we are. But together we’re building an entire world of love, safety, and happiness. Taking care of one another, supporting each other. Being there. And making each minute count.
My smile is wobbly and my breath catches when all four men advance impossibly closer.
Misha slides a gold comb in my hair, tenderly whispering, “Mrs. Antonov.” before he presses his lips at my temple. He told me it’s an old family heirloom, escaped from times long gone when Russia was ruled by Tsars.
Danni takes his place in front of me, his thick fingers slide a Claddagh ring into my ring finger, before he lovingly kisses my cheek, and brushes a strand of hair away from my face.
“Welcome to the family, Mrs. O’Malley.”
