My Mafia Lord

alls painted with frescoes, depicting scenes of love and romance. The guests were dressed in s

in her wedding gown ready

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be late to your own wedding. We don't need

ood by calling her name. She can wait for enternity for all I care. Now the only wor

oo late to back out now. She believed that her friend's sacrifice would be in vain and Al

ro right? He might not love you now, but he l

herself. She hears the sound of someone ent

a beautiful bride and daughter in-law. The car is read

he venue, the guests sat waiting i

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ping him, go

el even more nervous. Laurel sensed it and held her hand immedia

heart. At least she was not the only one feeling this

parks in front, and Alessandro c

ness just from the little g

est spoke in Italian, and t

nticipation, then the wedding jingle began to play. The bride walked down the aisle on Alessandro father's a

changed vows, promising to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives. Then, they exchang

kiss yo

ething else caught her attention, the lipstick stai

rk, trying to formulate an e

iced her eyes

wished me well stai

r head in ack

e priest. It was an awkward quick pec

uests were led to a large dining room, wh

main course arrives - a mouth-watering roast with all the trimmings. The guests

rant, which gave her a clear view of all

ven the maids and workers treated her like she was nothing, remembering how she wanted a drink and signalled for it

and couldn't be more happier when A

when she got to the villa, the planned location for their

ecall. "Are you really going to spend the night with her? Do you e

o hissed,

yourself to that lowlife. You remember I married her for a reason. Our fathers have

would be my queen. I would merge the italian mafia with the America

just the thought of is turning me on, come here qui