“Fine.”Isabella did that, and as he was on his way back into the warehouse, his cell phone pinged.
He was going to ignore it.He knew he should ignore it.But his sister was a pain in the ass, who he loved.She was a little spoiled but not cruel.That was why he had introduced Isabella to Adelina.There was no one in his future wife’s corner.Her family was intent on making their name.
Clicking on the message, he saw there were multiple pictures.All of them were of Adelina in ugly-ass wedding dresses.Once again, they were determined to dress her in a tent, to hide her.His anger erupted.He hated her family.Once the wedding was complete, this was going to be over for Adelina.She would not have to hide anymore.Pocketing his cell phone, he stepped inside the warehouse and told the soldiers to keep the man alive until he returned.
Massimo stepped back out and made his way to his car.Climbing inside, he turned over the engine, not too patient in leaving the warehouse behind.He knew exactly where they were—a designer boutique in the center of the city.It was one all the brides of the Russo Mafia used.
Forty-five minutes later, he found a parking space and stepped out of his car.He knew he caught the attention of women nearby, but he wasn’t interested in any of them.His only focus was getting inside to find his future wife.
The moment he stepped inside the shop, a couple of women looked at each other, and then stumbled toward him.He didn’t have to ask where Adelina was, Isabella was already waiting for him.Moving toward her, she looked relieved.
“Thank God, it is just getting worse.”She grabbed his hand, and they stepped into the changing room, where he saw his wife in a dress that didn’t even look like it had sleeves.There was a band around the neck, and it seemed to flow off from around her.
“What the fuck is this?”he asked.
Adelina’s mother was red in the face, as she came over.There were a couple of other women with her, all of them looking really happy with themselves.
“You shouldn’t be here,” her mother said.
He looked to Adelina who appeared so damn ...sad.He couldn’t take it.He stepped up to Adelina, grabbed her hand, and marched her out onto the main floor.She didn’t fight him.
“Choose three of your favorites,” he said.
“Massimo?”
“Now, I don’t have a lot of time.Choose three of your favorites, and just so you know, I don’t ask twice.”
She nodded her head, and he watched as she went to three different dresses.All of them looked pretty.He was not a man who knew dresses or their quality.It was not something he cared about.
“This is not proper,” her mother said.
Massimo turned to the other woman.“You do not want to get on my bad side.You want to drown my woman in fabric, that is not happening.If you and your husband know what is good for you, you’ll back the fuck off, otherwise, you’re going to learn exactly why they call me a monster.”He glared at her, letting her see the evil in his eyes.
He was bloodthirsty.The blood of the rat should be on his hands, yet they were fucking dry.He was not a happy man.She paled and stepped away.
With the dresses on her arm, he followed Adelina into the changing rooms, nodded at his sister, and then took a seat.The other women of Adelina’s family were no longer having fun at his wife’s expense.
He couldn’t help but wonder how many times they must have done this to her—choosing one ugly dress after another.After all, it had become a long-standing tradition of his to open conversation with her by criticizing her outfit.It didn’t even have to be a dress.Everything she wore was fucking ugly.
He sat down on the sofa with all the built-up tension that should be for the rat he was dealing with.One of the things he hated more than anything was being disrupted.However, there was no way he was going to have Adelina coming to him looking like a fucking circus tent.Tapping his fingers on his leg, he was starting to lose his patience.How long did it take to try on a fucking dress?
Then, the curtains opened and his sister along with Adelina stepped out, and he was blown away.He knew there was a body beneath all those awful clothes, he just didn’t realize how fucking sexy she could be.
The dress she wore was still modest.The Russo family wouldn’t accept anything less than modesty from their brides.However, this molded to her shape, and Adelina was a curvy woman.Full, flaring hips, more than enough for him to grip.Ripe tits that were more than a generous handful.
When it came to Adelina, he had always loved her spirit and her fire.She was not afraid of him, and that had been so refreshing.She also happened to have kind eyes.The kindest eyes he’d ever stared into.They were beautiful, big, brown pools that called to him, bringing out his protective side, which he didn’t think he had, and Adelina was everything.
“That’s the dress,” he said.
He stood up, buttoning his jacket, because seeing her in her wedding gown had aroused him.For the first time since he had ordered his father to arrange this marriage, he was genuinely looking forward to consummating their marriage.
****
It had happened.
Adelina Salvatore.
Mrs.Adelina Salvatore.
