That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia (Accidental)

Epilogue

T wo years later, and here I am, waiting in the back room, my nerves gnawing at me as the makeup artist puts the finishing touches on my face. The hairstylist is dousing me in hairspray like it’s the secret to world peace, and I inhale half of it with every breath I take. Seriously, if I ever have to smell another can of this stuff again, I might just scream.

Behind me, Gigi stands, holding my veil, her eyes glistening with soft tears. I never could have imagined finding a sister, a best friend, out of all of this. But here we are, sharing this moment. It feels like some cosmic joke. The same angry cunt who gave us shitty childhoods, accidentally gave us one of the most precious gifts in the world: Each other.

Now Gigi has just turned eighteen and is helping me into the most important moment of my life.

“You ready?” she asks, her voice soft but full of emotion, her hazel eyes, just like mine, bright and brimming with tears.

I smile at her in the mirror. “As I’ll ever be... for a second time,” I answer, grabbing my bouquet of flowers.

My eyes catch the pale pink Delaney roses mixed into the arrangement.

When Luca told Enzo there was a flower with my name, that was all it took. They’ve become a sort of obsession, and the creeping rose bushes have been planted all around our estate of offices.

But they are gorgeous, and I won’t deny it, I love them.

Gigi walks ahead of me, her head held high as she’s the first to make her way down the aisle as my bridesmaid. The doors close, and I steal a glance through the small window, catching sight of the triplets wobbling down the aisle to their waiting dads. The sight of them is enough to make my heart swell, their little hands reaching for their fathers, and I swear they’ve got all of us wrapped around their tiny fingers already.

Leo, with his chestnut brown hair and eyes. Isabella Rose, with her near-black hair and bright blue eyes. Antonio, with his dark brown hair and storm cloud grey eyes. They’re everything to me. Everything I never knew I could have and more.

The bridal music begins as the doors open, and I walk down the aisle toward them. My three grooms stand there at the end, waiting, looking more handsome than I’ve ever seen them before. Each one of them holding one of the triplets, who point at me, smiling as if they can’t wait for me to get to them.

The mafia families are in attendance—everyone seated, watching. But all I care about right now is walking toward the three men who mean everything to me, to become their wife. Theirs forever as they become husbands. To me. To each other and our family will finally be complete.

I’m about ten feet down the aisle when I hear the unmistakable sound of gunfire followed by screams.

Not again.

My shoulders drop as I roll my eyes, and I can’t help but mutter, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Son of a bitch.” Jax exclaims, his face turns a shade of red I’ve never seen before. This is the second time we’ve been interrupted on our wedding day, and this time, I will not have it.

The doors swing open again, and before the attacker can make it more than one step inside, I reach into my bouquet of flowers and pull out my revolver hidden there. I aim straight at the would-be intruder’s head. The room goes silent as I lock eyes with the threat.

“You picked the wrong wedding to crash, mother fucker,” I say, my voice steady as I squeeze the trigger.