CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
MY BIG DAY PART 3
BIANCA
T wenty minutes later, I sauntered into the living room with an extra pep in my step. Thanks to my fiancé who had gained access to my suite through an adjoining door in my bedroom. Catch thought of everything. And I couldn’t stop thinking about the multiple orgasms he gave me. I damn sure couldn’t wait until tonight. I’d be dripping wet for him all day just daydreaming about the positions he’d have me in when he fucked me so good. Probably shouldn’t wear a thong. No one needed to see a trail of my cum as I moved about the venues for the rest of the day. Yup, one pair of lavender scented underwear with a reinforced panty line were in order. What could I say desperate times called for desperate measures. Catch assured me I’d receive my panties that were the scent of my moonlight path on our wedding day. But that was before we were getting married on such short notice.
The bath gel consisted of notes of jasmine, blue violet, sheer lavender, lily of the valley, and soft musk. It smelled incredible. That was why it was my favorite scent and now Catch’s.
A woman sat on the sofa chatting with my mother. Her lustrous blond hair cascaded along the side of her face and over her shoulder.
“Bianca?” Mom stood waving me over.
The woman rose to her feet, her radiant smile lighting up her face.
My eyes widened in surprise—it was Catch’s mother. The resemblance was unmistakable.
“It’s so lovely to finally meet you in person, dear,” she said warmly, pulling me into a heartfelt embrace.
“Mrs. Rizzo, it’s wonderful to meet you too,” I replied, my voice tinged with awe.
She stepped back with a gracious smile. “Please, call me Laurena.”
I smiled. “Sure.”
“Is Callum still here?” She glanced over my shoulder.
I swallowed past the lump in my throat. Shit, they heard me.
“Callum isn’t here,” I stated.
“Technically it’s bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony,” Laurena affirmed.
Clearing my throat, I said, “He didn’t see me.” My heart slammed against my ribcage. This was so embarrassing. Our mothers heard me and my fiancé in the throes of passion.
My mother and Laurena glanced at each other and burst into laughter.
“Oh, dear we heard you scream out his name,” Laurena stated.
If I could crawl under a rock, I would. “He wore a blindfold.”
Laurena wiggled her hips and waved her fingers. “I’ve been there. I’m sure your mom has too. Having fun times with our husbands is nice. Nothing’s wrong with that. Isn’t that right?” she smiled at my mom.
‘That’s right, Laurena.” Mom shimmied her shoulders.
“It’s time to get you ready, Bianca. Eat breakfast because you won’t eat again until the reception.”
“Right, and the seamstress and glam team will arrive soon,” Laurena added.
I was dressed in a tiny black tank with the words the bride’s big day scrawled across the front in gold letters. The black shorts clung to my ass as I settled into one of the chairs at the long dining table.
It felt like I blinked, and the room was teeming with people. The seamstress waved me over.
“Hello Bianca, my name is Mila. I can make quick alterations to any dress you choose in record time.”
“That’s great,” I stated.
Simone, Asia, and Tori appeared at my side.
“I’ll finish setting up. Let me know if you need anything.” She grinned.
“Thanks Mila. I will.”
“This is so fun,” Asia beamed.
She loved clothes so of course she thought this part of the morning was amazing. Simone chomped on chucks of cantaloupes. “I’m curious to see what dress you pick.”
“Me too.” Tori sipped a Bloody Mary.
I bumped Tori’s shoulder. “Rough night?”
The biggest smile lifted her cheeks. “Last night was mind blowing.”
I flipped through the dresses. “You took advantage of your wounded man?”
She chuckled. “I was wounded, too.”
I glanced over my shoulder at her. “You were?”
“Yes. Brock shielded my body as he jumped off the porch. We hit the ground pretty hard. Arlis gave me something for the pain. And he’s keeping a close eye on me. Last night, I felt it was more important to be pleased by my man. I'll take it easy tomorrow and give myself some time to rest."
She swayed her hip from left to right. “I want to dance this evening. We will be the life of the party at your reception.”
Asia and Simone snapped their fingers and danced in a circle.
I burst into laughter. “Oh, we’re definitely going to have a great time.”
“Bianca spill the tea,” Asia whispered, peeking over her shoulder.
“About what?” I peered at a dress that would go into my maybe selections.
“Your soon to be mother-in-law is here. She’s mafia royalty,” Asia stated.
“How do you know?” I asked.
“I spoke to my men about the Pituccos,” she whispered.
Tori and Simone flipped through dresses on either side of us so they could ear hustle.
“She seemed pretty chill. She and my mother heard Catch and I in the shower earlier.”
The girls gasped.
“Don’t worry. He didn’t see me. He wore a blindfold. I was supposed to close my eyes, but I was a naughty girl and didn’t obey,” I snickered.
“That’s so fucking hot.” Simone fanned herself.
“Right!” I grinned.
“Anyway Mrs. Rizzo. I mean Laurena didn’t give off that stuck up vibe.” I held up a dress, then passed it to Tori. She hung it on an empty rack to our right.
“Girls, she’s a total badass. I heard she and her sister used to take their female enemies to their family bar and....” She glanced over her shoulder again to make sure no one was listening.
“And grind up their bodies,” Asia rushed out.
I shook my head. “That doesn’t make sense. Why would they have a meat grinder at a bar?”
“Romeo said they served food. And were known for grinding their own hamburger meat.” Asia examined a dress.
Tori covered her mouth in shock and retched. "You're telling me they put both people and animals through the same meat grinder?"
I chuckled. “Really Tori, that’s the part you have a problem with? After what we’ve done recently.
“Yeah, it grosses me out,” she snapped, her voice sharp with disgust.
“Girls, they had two meat grinders. One was for ground chuck the other...” Asia peered between us. “You catch my drift?”
We nodded.
“And to take things a step further she’d hand deliver her enemy’s family a package with a body part inside.” Asia lightly clapped her hands.
“That’s such a boss move,” Tori added.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watched Laurena converse with my mother. It was like they were old friends. Who was I to rain on my mother’s parade? It wasn’t like they’d play tennis together.
Neither of Callum’s parents gave off killer vibes.
“What about Catch’s dad?” I asked.
Silence.
Asia muttered, "He's completely deranged. The type who would put his enemy in a car while they're still conscious, then send the car off a cliff and trigger an explosion before it even hits the water."
Both of my fiancé’s parents were killers. Their murderous blood ran through his body. It explained why he had no problem killing anyone that got under his skin.
The way he dealt with those who caused me pain constantly replayed in my mind. Did it make me insane that my love for him only grew stronger? He would go to any lengths to protect me.
After combing through ten dresses, I reached into a clear garment bag and pulled out a white, glittery embroidered dress. The train was beautiful.
My breath caught in my throat. "Girls, take a look at the intricate jeweled straps running down the back and stopping just above the ass."
The girls ran their fingers over the delicate embroidery on the dress.
“Bianca, it’s stunning,” Tori breathed.
“It’s perfect,” Simone gushed.
Asia let out a low whistle. "Girl, you're going to drive Catch crazy when he sees you walking down the aisle."
"That's exactly my plan," I replied with a sly smile.
I couldn't wait for the moment when my soon-to-be husband would rip the beautiful fabric off my body in a frenzy of passion.