My Mafia Fiancé's Ex Crashed Our Wedding
On the day I was supposed to get matching tattoos with Zach Cross, I waited at the studio from sunrise until nightfall.
The tattoo artist glanced at me nervously. “Miss Annie, is the Godfather still coming? Maybe we should reschedule.”
I lowered my eyes and forced a smile. “He promised he’d be here. I’ll wait a little longer.”
Two hours later, Zach finally arrived.
He was not alone. Julie Williams walked in behind him.
She was carrying his jacket. When she saw me sitting in the tattoo chair, she offered an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Annie. I had no idea you two had a tattoo appointment today. Otherwise, I would’ve never asked Zach to pick me up from the airport.”
Zach walked right