Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Matteo, you absolute fuck—” Lucio begins, but a gun to the back of his head immediately shuts him up.
“I see you’re throwing yourself a nice little wedding you don’t deserve.”
“You bastard, you dare to crash my wedding?” he replies, but it only makes me smile broader as I approach the altar.
The girl eyes me in shock, as if she doesn’t even believe I’m here to begin with. Her face is plastered in makeup that doesn’t suit her, applied by someone who has no idea how pretty she is without it. Just to make this one fucker happy.
“You thought you could kill my mother and double-cross me?” I hiss.
“No, no, wait. This is a misunderstanding,” Lucio says.
I throw over one of the giant candles standing in my way. “I’m understanding perfectly well,” I reply, pointing at him. “You enlisted one of those dogs from the Costa family to come and break up our negotiations because you were afraid I was going to chop you up into bits.”
“That’s a lie,” he says. “I would never work with those disgusting bastards.”
“Right.” I walk up right next to the girl, so he’s forced to face me instead, while I slowly raise my gun.
“You have to believe me,” he says. “The Costas stole my money, the money I was going to give—”
“Oh, you mean my money,” I interject.
“Yes, yes, exactly.”
I point the gun at his balls. “You think I ever cared about that fucking money? You tried to have me killed.”
“No, I swear to God, I didn’t have anything to do with whatever the Costa family was up to. I was just as surprised as you were by their attack. They saw an opportunity, and they took it. They’re trying to start a fight between our families, don’t you see?” Lucio replies.
I take off the safety for my gun, and he begins to sweat. “You already did that. Do you understand me? You started that fight when you murdered my mother,” I growl.
“Please, not in front of my fiancée. I swear to God I will pay you back, whatever you want.”
I run my tongue along my top teeth. I admit, it’s nice to hear him beg for a change, but I’m afraid that won’t be enough. It would give me so much pleasure to shoot off his dick right then and there, and watch him bleed out all over the floor, squirming like a fucking worm. But then he’d bleed out, and there’d be nothing left for me to torture. No, I want him to suffer, which is why I came to crash his wedding day. He ruined everything, so I’m ruining everything for him in return.
I grab the girl’s arm, and everyone that’s still in the room gasps in shock as I point the gun at her instead. Lucio’s eyes widen.
“You want to marry her?”
“Yes, yes, of course,” Lucio says. “But not with you pointing that gun at us.”
A grandma in the crowd faints from all the violence. Some people still try to escape, so I flick my fingers at my guards and say, “Close the doors. I want everyone to remain in this room and watch.” I nod at Franco. “And take care of that old lady over there.”
He immediately runs over to the woman to take her pulse, while I focus on Lucio’s demise.
Only one thing will truly hurt him right where I want him to feel it…
“You want to keep your balls, your fingers, your face?” I tighten my grip on the girl. “Then I will take her instead.”
She gasps. “Wait, what? No.”
I ignore her. “Franco, chair.”
Franco immediately grabs a chair from the audience and scoots it underneath Lucio’s ass so he’s forced to sit down. I snatch the box with the rings from his filthy hands.
“You wanted a spectacle, you’ll get one. You don’t get to ruin my life because I will destroy yours instead. I will take the one thing you never wanted to give, and you will watch while I make your fiancée my wife.”
STELLA
I can’t believe this is happening. I’m getting married to an actual Mafia don?
My eyes widen as I find my mother in the crowd, passed out from shock. One of Matteo’s guards hovers over her to check her well-being. All I want to do is run over to her and see if she’s okay, but I’m too stunned to even speak as Matteo grabs both my hands and directs me toward the altar.
Lucio looks just as shocked as I am, while Matteo’s guard holds him in place with a gun pointed at his head.
“Pastor, continue where you left off,” Matteo tells the man, who shivers in a corner. The man swallows and slowly steps forward, clutching his Bible in his hand. I softly shake my head, but no one sees. No one’s looking at me. All eyes are on Matteo, while his eyes are solely fixated on me, and it feels as though I’m drowning in them.