Isn't it just perfect when your man, no matter how strong and powerful he may be, cries a little when he sees you walking towards him on your wedding day? It shows just how much you mean to him at that moment because he's not ashamed to show his emotions in front of hundreds of people.
All I know is, Draven is mine, and I am his, and that's all there is to it.
Yes, I have worries over Paul's family and their threats, but right now, they mean nothing. Brooke was right, this is my day, and I deserve this.
Hammer is right beside Draven as his best man. I'm glad that he could make it after all. I know how important it was for Draven to have his brother here today. Not that either of us would have held it against Hammer if he couldn't have made it, his wife did just give birth. Willow isn't here, and even though she sent a message to say she'd been here for the reception, I don't believe she'll make it. I'll be amazed if she does, but I won't hold it against her if she can't be here.
I have to admit; Hammer has scrubbed up very well. He's wearing a suit not too dissimilar to the one Draven is wearing, his face is clean shaven, his hair is neat, and if it weren't for the tattoos on his hands, you wouldn't be able to tell he's a biker. Well, if you didn't already know, that is.
As I force myself to look around at everyone here, I see not one person out of place, everyone belongs here. Draven did this for me, to make me happy. I didn't want the big white wedding, I'd done that and so had he. So having it in our own home, in the huge room that he had built for Maria when she lived with him, I couldn't've asked for more.
I notice the elders are watching me, they're still angry that Draven killed two of their own because of me. What did they expect him to do when they kidnapped me, going against his orders? I still have a little niggle inside of me that one day, they might come for me again. Maybe it will be after the baby is born, but I've already been through God only knows what to test my loyalty to the Don. I past that test, and if they do come for me, I won't be held responsible for what Draven does to them.
The elders are also mad because when it came to a vote to overthrow the Don, no one actually had the guts to do so. Now, they fear Draven and the power he holds over the famiglia even more.
None of that matters right now, I'm about to marry the man of my dreams, and nothing is going to ruin that for us.
I had no one to walk me down the aisle today. That hurt thinking I'd have to walk by myself. Brooke came to me this morning with BlackJack behind her, her father-in-law and a member of the MC she belongs to with an offer I didn't refuse.
Finally, I reach him, the man I love. BlackJack takes my hand and places it in Draven's. I kiss his cheek in way of thanks. He smiles and walks away.
“You look...” Draven looks me up and down shamelessly, making me giggle. “There are no words.”
“That good?” He nods while biting his lower lip. “You don't look too bad yourself.”
“Ladies and Gentlemen...” I smile and face the priest.
Showtime.
My heart pounds as we say our vows and I dos, and in no time at all, the priest is pronouncing us man and wife, and my new husband is kissing me softly. And... I'm married to the man I love, finally!
Our reception is in the grounds of our house, even though it's December and a little too cold, this is what we wanted. Draven has spent thousands of dollars on this wedding, we're all sheltered from the cold, even out here. It's cozy and warm with all the outdoor heating Draven had fitted for today.
Everything is perfect. Everyone is enjoying themselves; everyone is laughing. Even at the sit-down meal and throughout the speeches, people are smiling and laughing. My little girls have been so well-behaved. Amber is smitten with Hammer and hasn't left him alone all day. Not that he seems to mind. Lydia has rushed around talking to everybody, but always coming back to Mommy and Daddy to make sure we're still here.
Could I have asked for more than this? No. There is nothing more I could have asked for. Everything is just perfect.
Or, I thought.
“You look amazing. Damn...”
I turn on the spot where I'm standing with my little girl, her hand in mine, to face the man addressing me. I don't know him, never seen him before. I'm assuming he works for Draven. He's tall, handsome, young. He's dressed smartly like the rest of the men who work for my husband.
God, I love saying that. My husband!
“Thank you...?”
“Piero.” Definitely Italian, either one of Draven's men or a member of his family. I feel uncomfortable with him looking me up and down like he wants to eat me. I'm pregnant, how in the hell can he look at me like this? And in my own home? Does he have a deathwish? “The Boss has some fine taste.”
Either this man is stupid, or he really does have a deathwish. Talking to me like this in my own home, on my wedding day, in front of my daughter. Does he not know that Draven with kill him in the worst way for talking to me like this? This is my wedding day, and I don't want my new husband to blow up and kill this man today. Not here.
My little girl pulls away from me, and I notice her rush off somewhere. To find her father, I'm guessing. Lydia may only be five, may only have been with us a few short days, but she's already learned that when something doesn't feel right, find Daddy.
All hell is going to break loose any moment!
“I don't wish to sound rude, but you shouldn't be talking to me like this, Draven won't like it.”
“I'm not scared of the Boss.” He laughs, but it might be the last time he does.
“You should be,” I tell him with more venom in my voice than I've ever known. Where the hell did that come from? “How dare you disrespect my husband like this?!”
Shit, my voice may be a little too loud, I can sense people turning to look at me. Fuck them. I don't care; this prick needs a lesson in manners!
“How dare you stand there looking at me like that! You don't know me, but you know as well as everyone else here whom I am married to. How dare you disrespect him or me like this? How dare you do this in front of our daughter's!” I poke my finger at him, I can't help myself, I'm so angry right now, and that's not like me, I don't get angry like this, but this son-of-a-bitch is disrespecting my husband, and I won't stand for it! Especially not in front of our children.
“Mrs. Vidal, I meant no offense. I apologize.” Piero holds his hands up in the air like he's surrendering.
“If you ever a
pproach me this way again, I promise it will be the last time you breathe air!” Where the hell did that come from? The fact I'm not the woman I once was. If I am to be the Don's wife, I need to start showing these people I am not to be messed with. I'm strong, and it's time people understood they can't just walk all over me. I won't have anyone disrespecting my husband or me like this. I just won't! “Get the hell away from me before I rip your throat out with my bare hands!”
Piero rushes away from me just as big hands slip around my waist from behind. “Feisty today, aren't you, wife?” There's humor in his voice, but my veins are throbbing with anger.
I turn in Draven's arms. “I don't know what you find funny. I didn't appreciate the way he spoke to me, Draven. He disrespected us both at our wedding!”
Why isn't he angry?
Why isn't he threatening to kill the kid?
Why is he looking at me like that?!
“You are so fuckin' sexy when you're angry.” Draven's whispered voice in my ear sends shivers all through me, and it makes my pussy throb.
“Why aren't you angry right now? You usually flip your lid when a man so much as looks at me.”
He chuckles against my cheek, and I just know what he's done. The sneaky ass was testing me. I don't think he was testing how faithful I am, but testing how strong I am in the presence of his men. Stronger than he thought, obviously.
“Trust me; I wanted to kill him, even if he was pretending. You belong to me, Marnie. For the rest of your life, you are mine.” He hisses down my ear, and fuck, I want him right now!
I wrap my arms around his neck. “Take me inside. I'm so wet for you right now.” Being the Boss's wife, being angry and yelling at a man who could kill me but won't because of who I am, and having my husband jealous over it has me so horny all of a sudden.