Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride
I was slightly afraid and excited at this new phase, at what being his wife truly meant.
“Yours,” I whispered back.
Dante lifted my hand high in the air and turned to face the crowd, his voice booming through the church.
“It’s official. Your new Mafia queen, Gianna DeLuca.”
“The queen!” Bruno shouted from behind us.
The crowd descended into chanting, their voices rising in unison. “Ah, the queen. The queen!”
Rose petals began to fly through the air, tossed by guests, swirling around us like red snow. Confetti followed, glittering in the candlelight. The music swelled, triumphant and overwhelming.
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