“You don’t shy away from me. Not from the mess, not from the darkness I carry. You see it—you seeme—and you don’t flinch. Hell, you match it. You challenge it. You burn brighter.”
A crooked smile forms.
“You’re a little psycho sometimes—should’ve seen that coming—but I wouldn’t change a single thing about you. Not one. You are chaos and calm and fire and home. You’reeverything.”
Tears are pouring from my eyes as the vicar finishes the ceremony, pronouncing us husband and wife.
There is nothing chaste about the way my husband kisses me, his hands holding me against him so tightly it’s as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
He pulls back, looking down at me the biggest grin.
“Mrs. Russo,” he says, looking far too pleased as he offers me an arm.
“What if I wanted you to be Mr. Romano?” I tease, slipping my hand into the crook of his elbow as we turn to face our friends and family.
“Then I’d be Mr. Romano.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal.
I tilt my head to look at him. He’s dead serious.
“Just like that?”
He leans down to whisper, “Whatever my wife wants.”
I melt.
Wife.
I’m hiswife.
He’s myhusband.
Mine.
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Papa let me keep a stray kitten I found. He said I will have to be the one to care for it. I told him I was good at looking after things since I spent so much time looking after you. —Ahah, Izzy
Enzo
“Who’dhavethoughtyou’dbe the first of us to get married?” Carina teases, poking my side.
The reception is well underway. We used Papa's compound for both the wedding and the reception, as it makes security easier. The large dining room has been converted into a makeshift dance floor where our handful of guests are mingling.
I tilt my head to look at her. “Well, I definitely never expected you to get engaged first.”
She snorts then sighs, eyes softening as they find Nate across the room where he’s chatting with my wife.
Ah.
Mywife.
She looks incredible in that silk dress—the way it clings to her frame, the slight tease of her tits. And her makeup? Flawless. Then her hair that’s flowing in honey waves down her back.Perfection.
Goddamn luckiest fucker on the planet.
“You’re not wrong there. Never expected Nate to barrel into my life like a labrador puppy on speed.”
