Blood Wedding: A Mafia Romance

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ent off s

rong, muffled by the silencer but still loud enough to make my ears ring. Or maybe that w

stomach, my thighs. He'd thrown himself on top of me maybe two seconds earlier, his hand shoving my head down into the mattress hard en

I tried to push him off, tried to see his face, but he was

ved. A shadow in the doorway, something metallic catching the light. That wa

ed like he was trying to say something, but only blood came out. It ran down his chin, dripped onto t

top the bleeding, but there were too many holes. Blood welled up between my fingers, w

ust stopped. His che

esponse. Nothing. His skin was still warm but he was gone. I could feel it.

nd. There were supposed to be guards everywhere. Rafael told me during our engagement that h

pt calling for help.

o cool. The bedroom was quiet except for my ragged breathing. Outside the door, I could hear music still playing downstairs. The wedding re

d crack. Long enough to memorize every detail of his face. The small scar above his left eyebrow. The way his hair fell across

finally b

ow his name. He took one look at the scene and

t let go at first. Couldn't. If I let go then this was real, then this actu

. Soft but firm. "Thalia,

f-the-groom dress, emerald green silk that matched her eyes. Thos

flat. Disconnected. "Someone shot him.

aking up blood without her seeming to notice or care. "Bu

from me. Rosa helped me stand. My legs barely worked. The wedding dress clung

odfather, the underboss, second only to Salvatore in the family

a shadow. They had a gun with a silencer. Rafael saw

lying on the floor where two guards were checking for

s hand tighte

ael got in the way." Marco's voice was cold, clinical. Calculating. "This wasn't a

ent. Everyone was

ly the alliance. Killing her destroys

eds to know. And someone get Domenic Corsini on the

marriage was supposed to fix things, supposed to end fifty years of violence

room tilted. Rosa caught

ere the fuck security was. Seven shots fired and it took them

ely crimson, his face already looking waxy and unreal. The man I'd married six hours ago. The man who'd smiled at me during the

ether we wanted kids eventually. How to merge our lives when we barely

opened and eve

uined dress, peeling lace and satin away from my skin. There was blood everywhere. In my h

he said

e water turned p

mily will think I failed. Everyone will think I killed him... the

a washcloth and started cleaning blood o

't even

d, cloth hovering over my collarbone. "My son died protecting you,

ell. I knew it already. Could feel i

a widow at twenty-three, co

osed to be my

the worst nig

on who'd pulled the trigger was s