Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
Matteo
The slight figure walking toward me looked like an angel. The simple white lace dress clung to her curves, but in a modest way.
I could picture her naked and under me clearly, so I barely saw the dress. It didn’t matter what she wore, because she would be beautiful even if she was wearing a potato sack.
And she didn’t look like a woman. She looked like a goddamned angel. Too good for this world.
Too good for me as well, but I was going to marry her and lock her to me for life anyway. Because I was a selfish man.
My eyes flicked away to find my daughter on the front pew. Her little legs were swinging as she sat next to people who loved her.
Yes, I was a selfish man because I wanted it all, and I would take it because that’s just the kind of man I was.
It had been two months since I had taken the life of the man I loved like a brother to save the woman I loved with my entire soul. My wounds healed, and things went back to normal. Or as normal as they could be under the circumstances.
Things were good. Hell, they were better than they had ever been, and this was my wedding day.
My eyes snapped back to the angel gliding toward me, and I narrowed them. I wanted to see her face. I needed to see if she was feeling all the emotions that I was. I wanted to make sure she was as happy as I was, but the long veil was in the way, and I couldn’t make anything out.
Was she as happy as I was, or was she regretting this? It was me who seemed to have gained everything I had ever wanted, after all.
She came to a stop in front of me, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor of the church.
“You look beautiful,” I whispered, and I thought I saw her smile under that thick veil, but I needed to make sure,
“Dearly beloved.” The priest's voice rose up and filled the cavernous space. The people in the pews took their seats with quiet appreciative murmurs.
They thought she was beautiful as well, but it was more than that. They were witnessing history. This wedding would change the dynamics of New York’s criminal underground, and they all knew it.
We knew it as well.
It would change everything.
My hands reached for the veil, and slowly, I lifted it from her face.
Well, maybe it wouldn’t change everything. Because nothing could change how I felt about my new bride.
I would love her for eternity and back.
Sophia’s smile was dazzling as she tilted up her face to look at me.
THE END