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His eyes grew glassy. “You grew up, and I’ve worried more. Ally, maybe this isn’t right for you. Maybe he’s not right for you.”
I squeezed my father’s hand. “Take me to Marco. I’m ready to get married.”
Marco
The sun was warm on my face. Thirty people gathered on the patio. Stefano stood next to me as Father Josue situated his binder on the small bistro table on his right.
The chatter stilled as Allegra appeared with her father at the double doors leading from the house. As she walked toward me, the flowing bottom of her dress split, giving a hint of leg and her bare feet. And the knife strapped to her thigh.
A hot wave of need surged through my veins, burned into my gut, and roared into my cock. I tugged on the panels of my suit coat to cover the bulge of my erection.
The dress was a masterpiece. A sheer lace corset hugged her torso. The smooth swell of her breasts crested the top. Sunlight caught the crystals, making the dress sparkle like diamonds.
Stefano leaned into me. “I’ll trade you places.”
“Fuck off.”
Father Josue blotted his face with a handkerchief.
I swallowed, my throat closing with tension. For five years, I’d fought the idea of a wife. Now, Allegra was all I wanted.
I let my gaze linger on hers, then drift lower, across the pillow of her breasts. I’d touched and tasted every inch of her flawless skin. The priest began speaking, but the words faded behind the rushing of blood in my ears.
She stood before me in a dress meant to send a man to his knees, her gaze spearing daggers into my chest, and hate radiating from her. Unless she accepted that she was mine, she was only beginning to taste hate.
“Until death do us part,” I whispered to her.
“That parting may come sooner than you expect,” she hissed back to me. Her mouth twisted into a smirk. “I’d caution you to sleep lightly, but you prefer to share your bed with a whore.”
Stefano bit back a chuckle. Father Josue stuttered on his speech, his gaze slipping from me to Allegra.
“And you choose to sleep with Irish dogs.”
Her eyes sparked. “Dogs are loyal. Unlike Italian mafia husbands.”
“On the day of our wedding, you finally admit to fucking him.”
Father Josue spoke louder.
“You know I haven’t. But you’re not entitled to my secrets when you’ve already broken your vows to me.”
“I’m going to kill the man who put his hands on you.”
“Marco,” Father Josue scolded. “Wait for confession,” he said under his breath.
Allegra took a half step closer. There was no use masking our words. Allegra and I were conducting our own version of a wedding. This was our war.
“You’ll need to kill your brother because he’s going to have his hands on me when he trains me.”
Stefano bowed his head, stifling a laugh.
My jaw clenched. “Train with Stef? That’s never going to happen.”
“That’s not the only thing that’s never going to happen between us.”
Stefano cracked his neck. “Interesting vows.”
Father Josue rolled his eyes, then lowered his voice. “If you want to marry, this is the time to listen and only speak to the questions I ask you. Marco and Allegra,” he began, “without reservation, do you freely give yourself to each other in marriage? Will you honor each other and raise your children according to the law of Christ and His church?”
