“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I said with a small chuckle. A few more tears slipped out, and he chased after them with his fingertips.
Legend gave me a solemn nod. “I’ll wait for you outside. You’re going to meet me there, not run off, right?”
I would’ve chuckled again, but he seemed so serious. “Of course, I’ll be there. I just have to do my makeup.” I picked up a brand-new powder brush, purchased fresh for the occasion, and swiped it over his cheek.
He touched my chin and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. “Don’t make me wait long.”
“I won’t.”
He looked so good in his suit, and his blue eyes were so sincere. Fuck, I was lucky. He got up and left the tent, still looking concerned, and when all the ladies were staring at me, I groaned. “Just help me fix my face!”
“Straightaway!” Diedre rushed into action, and I was worried my mom would be upset that she wasn’t the one who began to dot the foundation on my face, but she only stood there, smiling at me in between staring at herself in the large mirror we had set up to the side of the vanity, and I wasn’t sure who I was happier for—myself or her.
No, I was definitely more excited for me because I was going to get to go outside and marry Legend.
“I’m going to be a Sweeney,” I said, blinking up at Diedre. “Oh my God.”
She tittered, and her happy expression went with her yellow empire dress. “Yeah, it’s quite a shock, but you get used to it, darl.” She winked at me, reminding me a heck of a lot of Legend, and Mom laughed.
Now that I’d finally stopped crying, I couldn’t wait to get out there and make it happen.
EPILOGUE – PART 2
LEGEND
The wedding was spectacular.
We spared no expense and the atmosphere at Queens Gardens left all the guests in awe. The greenery had always been beautiful, with tall trees that had stood for over a hundred years, including milky pines, figs, Moreton Bay ash, and mango trees with a notable lean from a couple of cyclones that had raged through in the past. The most beautiful one of all was the tree that we were getting married under—the huge rain tree, which reached for the heavens and stretched out over the wedding arch with its long branches.
White lawn chairs had been set out for our guests, leaving space between them for an aisle for my groom, and a cream runner had been laid out for him to walk. Family and friends sat in the crowd, waiting patiently, and my gaze met Sloan Killough’s, who sat in the first row. Sloan nodded at me, mouth pursed, and I offered him the same consideration, even though the negotiations with him hadn’t been easy. I’d given him a considerable amount of money plus a replacement man for Finn, even though he hadn’t been a big player in the Company, but I still would’ve offered more if it meant I got to keep my Lolly.
Killough was dressed in a pin-striped suit that matched his sea blue eyes perfectly, and he had his bleached blond hair with dark roots styled neat, while his pet went for a deep red suit that complemented the collar of a lighter color around his slim neck. His dark hair was pulled back into a bun and his face was smooth, unlike Killough, who had a tidy short brown beard. They looked good together, and this was the first time I’d met his pet, who I’d had an intelligent discussion with five minutes before we were told to get into place.
My brothers were to my left and they wereallhere, including Ransom, who’d made the trip over from Miami. Mercy was my best man, and he seemed uncomfortable, tugging at the vest of his tan suit, muttering under his breath about the stupidity of this kind of clothing. His mumblings made me smirk; although, I agreed with him. It was too hot in this humidity for anything with long sleeves, but as soon as we got to the reception hall, we could take off the jackets and roll up our sleeves, and we’d be in air con, too.
I took a deep breath and focused down the aisle as a string ensemble to the side began to play an old-fashioned song. Stormy waltzed down first, in her flowery yellow dress that she and Finn had chosen together. She was made even brighter with the face-splitting toothy smile she gave me. She waved, and I waved back, winking, and it earned me a giggle in return. The basket clutched in her hand was full of pale pink rose petals and she grabbed a handful, throwing them in the air for them to flutter to the ground as she walked.
Behind her came Cyclone, her dress the same color as Stormy’s. The material clung to her curves, yet was flowy enough to flutter in the slight breeze, and I didn’t miss the way she caught both Cary Ryan’s and Grimm’s attention from where they sat in their seats. She smiled at me and brushed a piece of her deep red hair away from her cheek as she damned near floated her way down the aisle, and my heart gave a squeeze. I loved my family,allof them, and I would kill for them if needed. Ihadkilled for them, Cyclone’s ex being one of the many victims.
Mum and Finn’s mum came next, their elbows linked together in unison as our maternal figures. Mrs. McCorkell’s smile was shy and she kept glancing down at herself, as though she was worried what our guests would think of her suit, but no one batted an eyelash at her. Mum drove their walking pace, dominant with her hard stride. She stared at people, almost daring them to say a thing about Finn’s mum, and I let out a chuckle at her protectiveness. They’d both become good friends in the short amount of time they’d known each other.
Finally,it was Finn’s turn, and my breath caught. The inability to suck in needed air left me lightheaded. The sight of him in his wedding dress was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life, and I didn’t think anything could top it, except maybe him naked for my hungry eyes.
Made predominantly of white transparent chiffon layered with a soft silk, the dress had delicate floral lace meticulously sewn across the expanse of the bodice and sparsely down the silhouette, giving Finn an angelic appearance. The neckline dipped in avee, and while it looked strapless, chiffon that matched his skin tone curved around his thin shoulders, keeping the dress in place while giving an illusion that there was nothing there except his sharp collarbones. The hem stopped right below his knees, showing off his strong leg muscles and the high white heels that sparkled from the crystals that decorated them.
The bouquet clutched in his hands was a combination of Australian native flora, including some eucalyptus, waratah, and Eggs and Bacon—which was a bright yellow flower with a splash of red near the center. He’d insisted on the Aussie theme for the flowers because Australia was now where he lived, and his Aussie fiancé was his home. I’d told him expense wasn’t a concern, so he’d gone all out on his outfit, and he wasstunning.
The scars on his face and chest were another added part ofhim, and instead of turning his head to hide them like he’d done when I’d first met him, he kept his chin high, and that was the biggest turn-on if there ever was only one. His confidence had blossomed and the pride he took in not only his physical scars, but the way he wore that dress, made my cock twitch at the same time as my heart.
This man was mine.
Only mine.
He would soon become Finn Sweeney, husband of Legend Sweeney, the notorious mob boss of Australia.
Finn’s eyes glittered and the makeup he’d applied was light, yet accentuated his high cheekbones and the lines of his sharp face. His lashes looked longer and darker, and his ginger hair was shaped in a stylish part, softening his already handsome face.
