When his lips parted to break the silence, I sucked in a deep breath. "You're beautiful." I blinked, startled by the unexpected compliment. "I bet you say that to every unsuspecting bride."He smirked, stepping closer with his hands tucked casually into his pockets. "No," he said, his gaze dropping briefly to my lips before returning to my eyes. "I only say that to my own bride. The woman I'm looking at right now."I couldn't help the way my lips twitched, "what are you doing here?" I quipped, tilting my head. "You know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, and especially in my wedding dress.""I just wanted to make sure you weren't having any second thoughts," his fingers found her exposed arm, trailing gently. "You're going to become the Mafia Boss's wife after all."Well...if he was going to play this game. "Why? Is there anything I should be wary of?"He chuckled, the sound like deep rushing wine. "Maybe," his fingers stopped at my pulsing neck. "How good are you w
"I'm sorry, but we couldn't save her."The breath that left my lips was icy, I could tell because my entire body had gone cold at that moment. I blinked once, and again, and again, but the doctors were still standing in front of me, their faces filled with remorse. "Is she...Is she dead?" My father asked, his voice trembling as he spoke. "Yes, sir. We're sorry." One of the doctors began to ramble a bunch of pitiful words, from the corners of my eyes, I could see the nurses shaking their heads in sadness. But I wasn't listening, not with the way my heart was pounding.I blindly reached for the wall, anything that could help me stay grounded on my feet but it was useless. Dark spots were beginning to cloud my vision and I had the strong sense of throwing up. I hated hospitals. Dahlia agreed with me on that one, ever since we were little, we dreaded the hospital like the flu. She didn't like doctors either, always claiming that they were fake, and that was why even with all her smar
It rained on her burial, and it was fitting. At least, the heavens were mindful enough to mourn with them. I wasn't too happy with the arrangements, Dad had made it quiet. He made sure that nobody was aware of it. Just me, Michelle who was my childhood friend, and a couple of people from the club. The priest who'd officiated the ceremony looked sketchy, and I later found out that it was Casey who recommended him. Dahlia didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve a half-assed burial ceremony with only five people in attendance, she did too much good to be sent off like that. "I can't believe she's gone," Chandler mentioned, his dark eyes glassy. Casey shook her head, "She promised me a manicure this weekend, I should've done it for her instead." I didn't say anything until it was over, and even then I just retired to my room and stayed there throughout the rest of the day. The week dragged by, and each day was a reminder that she was truly gone and never returning. Sometimes, I woul
Dahlia always told me about him, how their dates went, the conversations they had, and what she thought of him. I never liked to listen to them but now I was more than grateful that I did. The smile was still on my face, I'd managed to mirror the crookedness that always came to Dahlia's lips whenever she grinned. "You look dashing as well," I said, keeping my tone as light as I could, "I almost tripped over running down to see you."His reaction was as she described. He threw his head back, and a loud laughter erupted from his mouth, and even his body trembled as a result. "Oh, Cariño," He wrapped a hand around my waist, and I tried not to stiffen, "This week has been dreadful without you." He turned to the large men behind him, "Go bring them in." I watched with confusion at first, then realization as people began walking in with large items. I spotted a new TV screen among several other expensive gifts he brought out."Mr. Orlando! You didn't have to go through the trouble," Da
I watched in partial awe and shock as Giovanni stepped out of the vehicle, and then turned to offer me a hand. A wry smile curved my lips as I accepted his hand, dropping my left leg first and then my right.The moment my heels made contact with the hard floor, and I tried to move, it felt like the ground was slipping from underneath me and I wobbled weakly. These damn stilettos. I felt warmth around my waist, and he pulled me into his chest. For a moment, my heart stopped. My fingers involuntarily fisted the front of his chest, and I swallowed,"Easy there, love," He whispered, his dark eyes twinkling with something different, "We could trade the heels for something simpler." What the heck? Why was my heart racing like this? I wasn't thinking when I pushed him off, stumbling backward. He gave me a strange look, his brow arching suspiciously and I tried to smile but it was weak. He was still staring at me when someone walked out of the lavish building in front of them. The man wa
Another waiter appeared with our order, "I apologize for the delay," he said with a polite smile as he laid the plates down."Thank you," I murmured, barely glancing up. He nodded, and walked away, leaving me alone once more. I didn't touch the food, my eyes remained locked in the direction he'd gone,Doubt was still raging inside me, and I had no idea if I was even doing the right thing. On one hand, I wanted to trust my instincts, but on the other, I feared for my life and Dad's.I should go and see what he was up to. With that decision in mind, I threw the napkin on my lap back on the table, and rose to my feet. I was careful not to draw attention to myself, my footsteps brisk. The hallway was quieter, the bass of the lounge music fading as I trailed him at a distance. Neither of them seemed to have noticed me. I followed them until they walked into a room, and I crept closer, the alarm bells ringing in my head. I was just going to have a look and then go back. That was all.
"So there I was, with two trucks full of cargo and a snitch running his mouth to the cops."Giovanni chuckled, shaking his head, "of course, I had to improvise." I forced another smile, "That was very bold of you, I could never imagine myself in that scenario," I said softly, my eyes briefly meeting his. That sounded almost like what Dahlia would say. So far, I've been nailing every impression of her and it almost surprised me how easy it came. They were done eating and now, I was just listening to him. I laughed when appropriate and spoke when needed, but I still couldn't get the image of what I'd seen out of my head. Giovanni hadn't noticed her uneasiness, he seemed relaxed. As if he's genuinely enjoying my company. I wondered what he would say if he knew who I really was. "Are you alright?" He asked suddenly, and I snapped out of my thoughts. "Yes," I responded, weakly smiling, "I would just like to move around a little." He leaned back, studying me for a moment, before nod
I stood on shaky legs, my fingers trembling slightly as they gripped the lapel of his suit like it was a lifeline. Giovanni's lips had just left mine, but the heat lingered.My breath came in soft gasps, my chest rising and falling as I tried to steady myself. He didn't look the least bit moved, his hands still resting possessively at her waist, "That..." I murmured, eyes flicking to his mouth, "...was intense." A half smile played on his lips, "I can't wait for the wedding."My cheeks flushed, but I held his gaze. My fingers reached up, gently swiping at the smudge of my burgundy lipstick staining the corner of his mouth. Giovanni groaned, his fingers digging into my waist, "I really can't wait," his voice was a low rumble, promising something dark. The shivers that followed should be forbidden but I couldn't help it. I shouldn't be enjoying it, neither should my body be wanting more,But why did it feel so good? I could attribute it to being sex starved for so long, and that was
When his lips parted to break the silence, I sucked in a deep breath. "You're beautiful." I blinked, startled by the unexpected compliment. "I bet you say that to every unsuspecting bride."He smirked, stepping closer with his hands tucked casually into his pockets. "No," he said, his gaze dropping briefly to my lips before returning to my eyes. "I only say that to my own bride. The woman I'm looking at right now."I couldn't help the way my lips twitched, "what are you doing here?" I quipped, tilting my head. "You know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, and especially in my wedding dress.""I just wanted to make sure you weren't having any second thoughts," his fingers found her exposed arm, trailing gently. "You're going to become the Mafia Boss's wife after all."Well...if he was going to play this game. "Why? Is there anything I should be wary of?"He chuckled, the sound like deep rushing wine. "Maybe," his fingers stopped at my pulsing neck. "How good are you w
It was finally here. The day I was earnestly praying not to come, certainly not now. I was standing in front of the grand vanity, the golden lights from the bulb above illuminating my form.The room smelled faintly of roses and vanilla, and the quiet hum of classical music drifted in the background. I silently stared at my reflection. The woman in front of the mirror didn't feel like me, the makeup artist had spent hours perfecting my face. My skin was flawless, her light grey eyes accentuated with subtle shimmer and bold cat-eye flick that made them seem sharper. My lips were a muted rose color, and my hair had been curled into soft waves, pinned delicately beneath the lace trimmed veil that spilled down my back like a waterfall. And the dress. Another gasp slipped out of my mouth as I gazed at the beauty again. The gown hugged me in all the right places. It was a timeless piece of ivory silk and intricate designs that cinched at my waist and flowed to the ground like a dream.
|GIOVANNI'S POV|The car ride back from the hall was a blur of quick turns and muffled chatter through the Bluetooth speaker. I leaned back against the leather seat, the phone pressed to my ear, and my fingers tightened into a fist. "No, I want white lilies, not roses," I said into the phone, my voice calm but leaning no room for argument. "And make sure the guest list is double checked. No mistakes. I don't want anyone slipping in who wasn't invited."The event planner on the other end stammered a hurried agreement, and I exhaled slowly, glancing out the window as the city blurred by. My mind raced through a checklist that never seemed to end,The venue security, table arrangements, the menu for the after-party, even the stupid little favors for the guest. Everything had to be perfect. "The catering?" I asked sharply when the planner hesitated. "All confirmed, sir," she rushed to assure me. "The seafood you requested, the Italian stations, and the private wine selections. They're
"Michelle!" I nearly knocked over the table as I shot up to my feet, rushing forward to embrace the one person I've been waiting to see all morning. "Well, this is a warm welcome," she murmured into my neck, reciprocating the hug. After a moment, I pulled back to glare at her and she blinked."What did I do?""What took you so long?"She smiled sheepishly, raising a bag in the air. "I went clothes shopping, I still don't know what I'm gonna wear for the wedding."I rolled my eyes just as my dad spoke from behind, his tone was chastising,"Michelle, how many times have I told you to knock before you enter?"She walked around me so she could face him properly, "I knocked, Mr. Monroe. No one answered so I let myself in.""You knocked?""Yes." She nodded. Dad blinked, glancing at Chandler and Casey. "Did you hear a knock?" Both of them shook their heads, and he frowned, "Even if you did knock, that was a terrible way to let yourself in. You just busted in here.""I thought it was a co
The sound of our forks and knives scraping against the fine china was the only sound that echoed in the dining room, along with Chandler's loud and annoying chewing. "Fuck it, Chandler!" Casey hissed, slamming her fork against the table, and making all of us jolt in shock, "Can't you chew quietly? I can't fucking eat with all of that disgusting noise."Chandler glared at her, his dark eyes narrowing, "What the hell are you talking about? You're the only one who's hearing me chew."Both of them directed their gaze at Dad and me, I grimaced tightly and Dad cleared his throat. That made Chandler shift on his chair, "You see," Casey snapped at him, "Eat like a fucking human-""Stop cursing at the table, Cas," Dad interrupted, giving her a warning glare, "let Chandler eat how he feels comfortable." Although Chandler gave him a weak smile, the sound of his chewing drastically reduced, and I caught the sheepish smirk on Casey's face.The girl just knew how to get what she wanted. But that
I returned to the main hall, surprised to find Giovanni and Valerie deep in a conversation and judging from her wide eyes, she seemed to be really invested in what he was saying. For some reason, that didn't settle well with me. I settled beside him, smiling wryly as he threw his hand over my shoulders. "Now you're here!" Valerie chipped excitedly, and I forced a grin on my face. "Your fiancé almost pulled out a search team for you." I looked at Giovanni only to find him staring deeply at me, an unreadable expression on his face. "Are you okay?" He asked, and I nodded."I'm good." He looked around, and frowned. "Where is Enzo?""Did you guys miss me already?" Enzo strolled back in, flashing a charming grin as he settled beside Valerie."You're back-" she barely finished her sentence when he pulled her in for a quick kiss on her lips. She giggled, and swatted his chest. "Enzo!""What? I missed only you." Enzo responded, causing her to laugh even more as she melted into his side.
The bathroom was pristine, almost annoyingly so. If I was in a good mood, I probably would've taken the time and appreciation to look through the marble countertops, and the soft gold lightning that gave the place a 90's feel. The only thing I was thankful for however was the delicate smell of roses lingering in the air. It helped in calming my racing heart. I walked toward the sink, admiring the gold-plated faucet, and the fresh towels that smelled like jasmine nearly folded on a small rack beside the sink. How much would all of this cost? The thought that they were going to have a full course meal soon sent a chill down my spine.I had an inkling that the price alone would put me in debt for the rest of my life. I gripped the edge of the counter, trying to steady my breathing. My reflection in the mirror didn't help. My skin was almost too pale, despite the makeup I'd put on. And my eyes were wide and strained.I sucked in another sharp breath, counting down to ten in my head a
But it wasn't a joke, or prank. It was real, and he was in front of me. Enzo was right in front of me, and he looked equally astonished. I tried to act cool, keeping my shoulders relaxed and my expression calm, but my heart was racing like a wild horse. I did my best to avoid his stare, keeping my gaze focused on the marble floors. I walked beside Giovanni, as we moved to the side of the table. He looked unfazed as he exchanged handshakes with Enzo, and shared a brief nod with the girl by his side. Both of them had stood up already, exchanging quiet conversations amongst themselves.I wasn't sure I wanted to listen. I felt his arm that was wrapped around my waist nudge me forward, and suddenly, the spotlight was on me."I would like you to meet my fiancee," he said coolly, linking our fingers together, "Dahlia Monroe." I forced a smile on my face, the brunette by Enzo returned the gesture with a small wave."And this is Enzo Pavarotti," Giovanni pointed towards him, and then to t
I stared at the building through the tinted window of the car, my fingers drumming against the skin of my clutch purse. Ken walked over to my side, and opened the door for me, stretching my hand in my direction,I placed my hand atop his, and with his aid climbed down from the vehicle. I sucked in a deep breath, taking in the magnificent view. People trolled in and out of the building looking extremely luxurious and expensive. The night air kissed my skin, and I shivered the longer I stood. I resisted the urge to wrap my arms around myself, keeping my fingers tight against the purse.I kept Michelle's advice in the back of my head, her urgent voice echoing in my mind,Cut your food small. Laugh behind your hands. Don't speak unless spoken to. And always, always look at Giovanni like he's the only man in the world. I exhaled sharply, shutting my eyes briefly. I could do the first few things, I'd been doing it for about two weeks now. I could play demure. Pretend to be soft and quiet