Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

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Father said as he handed me a bunch of blue flowers

s going to be walking down the aisle in a few minutes time with my

ulled my veil over my face, I would have quietly snorted at his w

d out for me but I hesitated, afraid my legs w

manded impatiently and I tried really hard to push the dizzy feeling back bu

king off and returned with a bottle of water almost immediately. I sipped the w

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ike hit me or scream at me since we had an audience, he only squeezed my hand harder than necessary for a few seconds while g

razzi away from us and leading us into tip of the hall b

of the hall where the groom was most definitely waiting at, along with the priest. I refused to glance up and instead stared at my feet as we walked slowly, trying to block t

ipped my glove covered hand into Luca’s hand, making the breath hang in my thr

n. He held my hand although, the warmth of his palm seeping through the silky material of my hand glove. All what the priest preached about barely made it in

g finger while repeating the traditional vows along with the priest. Luca did the same, his large palms almost swallowing my left finger completely as he slipped the ring on my fo

rollably as Luca’s fingers reached for the edge of my veil as if on slow motion mode and unveiled my face bef

st mine. My eyes slid shut before his lips touched mine and I felt him press his lips firmly against mine, sending chills sliding down my spine and my heart thumping nervously against my chest as he brushed his lips against

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ack of my palm but couldn’t since we were before a huge crowd, and I wouldn’t dare ruin my makeu

crowd, a scowl on his face with his hands at his sides. I puffed out a breath and

y married to

Giuliani' anymore. It was now