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Fine. I was going to marry him if he wanted it that badly, but it would be nothing like he expected. I wasn’t going to play the good wife or the naïve Giselle he mistook me for.
I was going to bring all hell on him until I found a way to escape.
Chapter 9 - Nikolai
“A black dress?”
I glanced in the direction Vlad was looking at and saw Giselle walking down the aisle towards me.
I watched as Giselle walked down the aisle towards me, her black dress in stark contrast to the white roses and tulips that adorned the patio. Her slender shoulders were exposed, and she looked stunning despite my initial irritation at her choice of attire. I had picked out a simple white wedding dress for her, imagining how beautiful she would look.
But Giselle had a mind of her own and decided to wear black.
We’d chosen the patio of my mansion for the wedding. Tulips and roses colored the atmosphere, their scents seeping into the air. It was a beautiful sight for a wedding, probably not where Giselle would have expected for her dream wedding, but beautiful nonetheless.
It was summer, so the blazing sun was an added advantage to the aesthetics. Our altar was made of flowers, tables, and chairs covered in white sheer fabrics lined on either side of the altar.
“Looks like your little wife is rebelling,” Vlad added, his voice rough with amusement. “What are you going to do, brother? You have to put a leash on her.”
“First, I have to put a leash on you,” I replied, not taking my eyes off Giselle. My bride was beautiful. Her long, wavy, dark hair was slicked back in a bun, her fair skin glowing under the morning sunlight.
I’d spent most of last night imagining how good she would look in the simple, white wedding dress I’d chosen for her. Instead of conceding to what I wanted, she’d defied me and wore something…I couldn’t call it an eyesore because she looked fucking gorgeous in it, but I still hated that she’d dared to disrespect me like this in front of my brothers.
She’d have paid for it with her life if she weren’t to be my wife, but I guess she could pay in another way. Static shot up my cock, thinking of how I’d rip the annoying black dress off her before I shoved my dick inside her.
“Hey, man. Take your anger out on your wife, not me,” Vlad retorted. I regretted that I’d made him my best man, Maxim would have been a better choice. “Good luck taming that one, brother,” he added before he stepped back.
I stretched my hand out to Giselle when she reached me at the altar. She snarled a smile at me, then she took my hand, and we both faced the priest.
“Do you like my dress?” she bit out as the priest gave a long sermon I didn’t care to listen to. I wasn’t religious, but Sergey had raised me and my other brothers to keep up with the traditions after our parent’s death, just like our mother used to. He wasn’t religious either, but he said we had nothing to lose believing in something other than our guns.
I bit back a smile. My wife was a handful, but I supposed that was the more reason why I was drawn to her. “I chose a dress for you.”
She inclined with a nod. “Yes. What should we do? I’m quite picky with what I wear. Especially for my own wedding.”
A smile parted my lips. I was part boiling with rage and part amused. “You didn’t wear this just to make me angry?”
“I wouldn’t dare,” she said sardonically. “You’re Nikolai Vadim. Consigliere to the head of the Bratva. Only a madwoman would try to enrage you.”
“What does that make you?”
“I never said I wasn’t a madwoman.”
I bit back a smile. I had a feeling being married to her would be a hell of a ride. “You have a mouth too smart for your own good.”
“Aaron used to tell me that.” She lowered her voice, a hint of sadness seeping through. “That must be why he chose to marry another woman. Men hate smart women I heard. Are mafia men the same?”
I brushed the back of her hand slightly with my thumb. It was weird how much I wanted to comfort her. Her boldness brought me close to insanity, but her sadness made me berserk with the urge to go on a killing spree.
Last night, when Sergey told me what Aaron had tried to do to her, I’d almost lost my mind. The fucker probably thought he would get away with trying to touch and hurt what was mine, but I was going to make sure he never got to try and stick his tiny cock in another woman.
I had Mikhail throw him in the basement, and after the wedding, I was going to give him a piece of my mind. No one messes with what is mine.
“We prefer women with brains,” I answered. Our world wasn’t easy. It was better to have a woman who could think for herself than a typical damsel in distress or a princess who couldn’t think for herself.
“Right. So I have to be the opposite.”
I looked at her. “This isn’t a joke, Giselle. One mistake and you could end up dead. I won’t be around to protect you always, but I’ll have my best men by your side, and I’ll teach you how to use a gun.”
