Married To The Russian Mafia Boss

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istic Mafia Don to save himself was not how

as. Her

rs. He was dressed in a black tuxedo one of the men who had brought us in had given him shortly after we arrived at the church. His hair

oesn'

Please ta

ips together forming a thin line. How

you sold me to a literal mafia boss to save y

t downward at

Chicago in order to save his neck and waited until my wedding,

day of my literal wedding day, despite know

e and my father into a car before driving us to the chapel whe

y father was doing a terrible job at calming me down

body. I always imagined wearing my mother's wedding dress on my wedding day, but the delicate lace clinging to my cu

voice cut through my thoughts, but I couldn't bring myself to reply to him. Instead, I cont

ment may seem a little... unexpected but you have to understand, th

di Morte. Mer

alian mafia called

consequences their actions would cause. My father believed he could outsmart men who built their empires on t

them all. Their Leader, Alessandro Moretti, was a man known for his precision and unwavering authority. He ran his business like a well-oiled machine and left no room for screw-ups.

of his nephew's death was my father. A life for a life was the number one ru

l he

pictur

ok at that picture and decided that I

his

d that forcing my father to give up his only daughter

e I could stop them. My nails bite into the flesh

. Alessandro... this was all he wanted. For you to marry his son. If I hadn'

osen not to sell off your only daug

, finally meeting my gaze. "Antonio will be g

andro, a man who was notoriously known for going back on

s the head of the Moretti family, Antonio Mo

how he was willing to do anything and everything to get what he wanted. He was a murderer and

im to become the perfect successor, Antonio had fallen shor

erate to get him married. Alessandro was getting old

f Alessandro's children was interested in marriage, he

room and I drag my gaze towards

til the ceremony

ulder s

ps fade away before turni

ther, my tone desperate as I beg

is was wrong. That he

ped as he stands there, defeated. His

ready be

oors of the chapel fall open. Silence falls over the gue

elf because it appears

hing out of a dream. White rose petals lay scattered across a narrow crimson aisl

aking if it wasn't for the tiny

gers, I settle my right hand over the smooth fabric of his tuxedo jacket. The delicat

had never met any of these people but yet Alessandro had d

ing this wedding. Did they even care that they were attendin

much taller than me. His face is round and chubby and reminds me more of the weirdly shaped potato my brother Aaron found in my mother's garden when we were children.

ve by any means but

when you're in your late fort

to let y

t bothers me the

and so

y as a lion stalking its next prey. They say the eyes are the window to

Bile rushes up my thr

irresistible urge to turn around and run away grows with each passing second, but I know I

s come to his senses and is letting me go but my momentary relief is soon replaced with an unnerving sense o

t the urge to jerk away, forcing myself to accept the unwelcome weight of his touch. From t

om the weapon. Instead, I readjusted my

ruel, sadistic smirk and he squeezes my han

ing and yo

s cruel voice "It'

a tight-lipped smile onto

s to the priest, signalling

red here today to join your daughter Ava Blackwood

onto the swell of my breast. He darts his tongue out, l

priests ask if there are any

, save me. P

od, take Antonio Moretti to be your lawfully

to say the words I know will seal my fate forever, whe

Well, isn't

ach word accompanied by

gh me. Each word is laced with a faint Russian accent

ption. My breath catches in my throat when my gaze collides with a pair of deep green eyes. There, at the back of

t his presence changed the atmosphere in the room. It consumed me. How easily his presence changed the

ow

concluded that h

shouldn't

sn't i

there

r of calculated refinement, but there was nothing soft about him. He was dressed in a plain white shirt that showed off the planes of his broad shoulders. The fabric clu

skin with my finger suddenly flashed through my mind, startling me. I've ne

ing to his feet, his face flushed with rage. A thick v

wrist before he yanks me to his side, his fingers p

just done." he growled, his voice

His Green eyes find mine in the

I've seen t

t w

o recall where I'd seen him

eyes are wide like he's just seen a ghost, except he's looking di

ea

ther know

s something about my father's reaction

the intruder's lips, a flicker of amuse

tling his angry gaze on my fathe

r doesn't

voice low and dripping with menace."My name is Nikolai Vo