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emotion I’ve picked up? It’ll only get more people killed, and for her, I wouldn’t lose any sleep over massacring whomever she taunts me with. “You think that’s deranged…you don’t want to know what was going through my mind when I caught Ismerlda with a man in my apartment. It took every bit of self-control I possessed to quickly kill him and not burn his bitter face off his skull minute after minute in front of her.”

“She’s your wife now. Surely, you won’t have to worry about another man again. Unless you two come to some sort of agreement. It’s not uncommon in this life. All that mattered to me was we have her father’s vote to drive Sammi out of hiding. It’s worked so far. Now you can do as you wish with her.”

We end up at the bar, tossing shots back. “I’d kill my own brother if he touched her,” I threaten, and T’s brows shoot up. He wasn’t expecting me to want her, to keep my wife at the end of all this, but so far I plan to. I’m having a tough enough time imagining her sleeping in another room, let alone not having her at all. “Let’s go. I don’t want those Vendettis having all the fun without us.”

“This is one situation I’ll relish taking care of,” he agrees. The others notice us heading for the exit and fall in behind Thaddaeus. We’re his crew, and wherever he goes, we’re not far behind. I cast a quick glance at Ismerlda, but she’s wrapped up in conversation with an older woman, oblivious to us leaving, thankfully. This is business, but on our wedding day, even I can realize it’s asking a lot out of her. Maybe not so much since this isn’t a real marriage, but who knows, women can be fickle.

Andre swiftly grabs the car, and I slide in with him while the others ride with T. I’m assuming he knows where we’re going because that arsehole prick Dante hasn’t gotten back to me yet. I’ve stabbed people for less. “Follow T,” I order, and Andre nods, increasing speed. Thaddaeus drives like a maniac. Probably why Dillion usually carts his arse around.

I send another message to Dante asking where the bloody hell he is and if he has Morelli yet. The fucker needs to answer his mobile before I end up shooting someone in frustration. This wasn’t supposed to be a bloodstained day, yet it’s quickly looking like that won’t be the case. At least I didn’t ruin my wife’s wedding ceremony. She should be grateful of that at least.

Ismerlda in her wedding dress from earlier crosses my mind as Andre nearly drifts the luxury sedan around a corner. I should’ve brought the Lamborghini, and would’ve, had I expected this outcome. I was anticipating my wife being along with me and didn’t think we’d need the extra power to chase after Joker’s quick vehicle. I pride myself on being prepared, but this wedding has had me more distracted than usual.

Ismerlda was a positively stunning bird, all dolled up today. The pictures we posed for will reflect her perfection and my arrogant good looks. I’m not a tosser. I know women find me attractive. After the wedding service, she’d changed into a less poofy dress, but was still quite ravishing. I’m an arse for walking out on our wedding day, but mob business has to come first where we’re concerned. Syndicate is my life, and that won’t be changing, no matter who my wife is.

Don’t depend too much on anyone

in this world. Even your shadow

leaves you when you’re in darkness.

– lpatl.tumblr.com

“And where is the groom? I was hoping to get a moment with you both, perhaps take a photo together.”

I smile at my aunt and say, “I’m sorry, Auntie, he had to step out and take care of something for a moment. Business never waits, unfortunately.”

She pulls me into a side hug, murmuring, “You’ve gotten yourself a powerful one. Not quite at the table, but important enough to provide well for you. Your famiglia is proud of you for snagging someone with influence in the city.”

“Zia, you know we can’t talk about this.”

She grins and squeezes me a little. She knows far too much, I blame my mother for that bit. “Oh fine, but I had to let you know we’re proud, my love.”

“Grazie. How about a picture with me? Or is it the handsome face you were really wanting?”

She cackles and lifts her cell in