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Her soft moans fill the room, mingling with the sound of our bodies colliding as we give ourselves fully to each other, hard and damn fucking fast.
As I continue to thrust into her, I reach up and wrap my fingers around a handful of her silky hair. Gently tugging it back, I create an even more enticing arch in her back, causing her to gasp with pleasure.
"Stefano," she moans, "I'm so close."
"Let go, Isabella. Cum for me, amore mio,"my love, I encourage her, my voice thick with desire.
Her pussy tightens around my cock in swift bursts, and as her entire body trembles, her ass bouncing right in front of me, I can no longer hold back. I fill her, my cum dripping down between her legs.
She lies down, with me on top of her, as we catch our breaths, my cock still in her. I can feel the remnants of her orgasm washing over her. Our bodies part as I pull away, both still trembling as our bodies ride out the aftershocks of our passion.
I press a gentle kiss to the back of her neck, savoring the intimacy of the moment. As we lie there, we know that this is just the beginning of our journey – one filled with love.
"Isabella," I whisper, my heart overflowing with emotion, "my future wife."
"Husband."
"I love you."
Epilogue
Isabella
Thewhite-washedwallsofthe Hacienda glow under the Jalisco sun, its red-tiled roof glinting. Palm trees line the winding cobblestone path to a large wooden door, covered in a fresh coat of a bright blue paint.
My heart races as I step through the entrance into a courtyard filled with bougainvillea and birdsong. This is it. After everything Stefano and I have endured, all the loss and heartbreak, today I will finally be his wife.
We will continue our lives as we have the past year. Basing our life in New York, with me visiting one week a month to check on the tequila production and gold mines.
Clara helps keep things running smooth here, while I'm making connections in New York through which I sell all the mined gold.
While New York is base, Jalisco is home, which is why we're getting married here.
The guests turn as one, a sea of smiling faces. Men in sharp suits, women in colorful dresses, all here to celebrate our union. I search the crowd and find Stefano at the front, dark eyes meeting mine.
His smile is radiant, full of promise. My chest tightens with longing. How did I get so lucky?
“Isabella.” A gruff voice at my side. Don Gianni steps forward, kissing my cheek. “You look stunning.”
“Thank you for coming,” I say, squeezing his arm. After my return to Mexico, Don Gianni’s support meant everything. Felix connected us.
Other members of New York’s Five Families approach, hugging me and offering congratulations. “You’re one of us now,” says Tommy Marconi, eyes gleaming. With my husband as Don of the largest mob in New York, our ties are unbreakable.
Behind them are figures from Mexico’s most powerful cartels. Men who once opposed my family now pledge their loyalty. “You have our respect,” says the leader of the Sinaloa cartel, “and our allegiance.”
I nod, throat tight with emotion. This is my father’s legacy, his dream for our family realized at last. If only he could be here to see it.
The crowd parts, and Felix strides forward, gaze locked on mine. “Are you ready for this life sentence?” He extends his hand with a roguish smile and gives me a wink.
“I’ve been ready my whole life.” I place my hand in his, and together we walk toward the altar. Toward my future with Stefano.
The hacienda is decked out in extravagant decorations of roses, lilies and orchids in shades of red, pink and white. Golden candelabras line the aisle I walk down, flames flickering in the evening breeze.
A mariachi band plays a lively tune as guests mill around the courtyard, dancing and clinking glasses of champagne.
An excited flutter stirs in my chest at the sight of Stefano waiting for me at the altar, dark eyes smoldering. Clara walks on my other side and squeezes my arm, whispering, “Your father would be so proud of you.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. How I wish he was here to walk me down the aisle, to see the woman I’ve become. “I know,” I say softly. “He wanted this, for our families to be united.”
