He shakes his head like he’s clearing away a fog and smiles. “Well, you look great.”
“So do you,” I say, stepping forward to straighten his tie.
He was only in the hospital for two weeks, but his recovery from the bullet to his stomach is ongoing. Every doctor we saw told him he was lucky to be alive, and he doesn’t seem to be taking that lightly. He has already informed the necessary parties that he won’t be seeking reelection and has begun the process of self-discovery he says has been overdue since college. After years of doing everyone else’s bidding, he’s ready to make his own path, and I couldn’t be more proud of him.
“You look great, and he looks great, and I look great,” Ivy says, doing a small hip shimmy. “So, let’s go show off and get you hitched.”
I give a little whoop, and my dad extends his elbow for me to take. I wrap my arm through his, grab the bouquet of lilies from Ivy, and take a deep breath.
“No regrets?” he asks, smiling. I know my dad isn’t completely onboard with Yuri yet, but Yuri is growing on him. And to my dad’s credit, he only tried to talk me out of marrying him once. As soon as I told him about the baby, though, he dropped it. Despite everything, he wants his grandchild to have two parents, and he knows how important it is to me.
I squeeze his bicep and bump him with my hip, smiling. “No regrets, Dad.”
He nods once. “Then here comes the bride.”
***
Yuri couldn’t choose just one groomsman, so he’s standing at the end of the aisle with all four of his brothers lined up behind him. They look like a defensive line, all tall and broad—though much more handsome.
When the music starts and my dad and I step through the doorway, Yuri’s eyes go glassy. Even from across the room, I can tell he’s crying, and he makes no move to hide it. No attempt to hide his emotions or disguise his happiness. Seeing how far he has come, how much he has changed in a few short months, brings tears to my eyes. I look towards the ceiling to try and keep myself from falling apart, but I’m already hiccupping with sobs.
By the time we make it to the front of the small chapel, my face is soaked and my dad has to hand me to Yuri to keep me standing.
“It’s probably just the hormones,” I sob, glancing at the minister. I’m not sure if Yuri told him I was pregnant or not, and I don’t really want his judgment on me during the ceremony. He just smiles and nods like he has seen it all. He probably has.
“What’s my excuse?” Yuri asks, wiping the back of his hand across his eyes.
I laugh and then stretch out to kiss him.
“Hey!” several of his brothers argue. “You aren’t married yet.”
I pinch my lips together and move back to my side of the aisle. “Oh. Right.”
Yuri winks. “I like where your head was at, though. Keep thinking what you’re thinking.”
Oh, there’s no possibility I won’t spend every minute between now and tonight thinking about kissing him. And touching him. And riding him.
My cheeks begin to feel flushed, and I force a calming breath out between my lips. Now that the morning sickness has passed, I’ve been a bit more ... insatiable than usual. Yuri doesn’t seem to mind.
He grabs my hands and turns to the minister. “Are we ready?”
“That’s up to you,” the minister laughs. “Are we?”
“I am,” I say, beaming up at Yuri, looking sharp in his tux. His shoulders look even broader than usual, emphasizing the sharp line of his jaw and the cut of his cheekbones.
“Lord knows I’m ready,” he says, biting his lower lip and wagging an eyebrow. I blush even deeper, knowing he’s not talking about the ceremony.
We cling to each other while the minister talks, both of us just waiting for the moment when it’s over and we’re husband and wife. When Yuri is finally given permission to kiss his bride, he bends me backwards and gives me a teaser of what is to come later that night. It’s all I can do to make it back down the aisle on my shaky legs.
We make our way out, hand in hand – my mob boss husband and I.
THE END
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ELIZA
My heart pounded as I tore down the broad boulevards of the main drag through town. I knew I was going over the speed limit and that it was only a matter of time before a cop pulled me over.
But I didn’t care. The only thing on my mind was getting away. Making my escape.
My life depended on it.
The light changed red at the intersection ahead, small storefronts on both sides of me. I considered gunning the engine and blasting through the red light, but I quickly realized that this would draw even more attention to me. Maybe even send me crashing into a car coming the other way.
I slowed down and came to a halt, my fingers gripped on the steering wheel. As I sat still, I glanced to my left at the large glass front of a corner bank. I could see the reflection of the car perfectly, noting its garish hot pink color.
Ricky, my ex, had bought the car for me. He hadn’t given me any say in the color, however. He’d gone
