Page 100 of Filthy Savage

Waitingfor her in the yard, the priest and my brothers beside me, I keep staring at the double glass doors, needing to see her walk down to me.

It hits me that she’s about to be mine for the rest of her life, and with that will come a great responsibility to protect her and Fia from our enemies. There are many of them, and some wouldn’t hesitate to hurt our families to get to us. I will do everything in my power to keep them both safe.

Speakers play the traditional wedding march music, and seconds later, I see her. Our daughter is holding her hand, grinning and waving to me.

I give her a wink before my stare returns to the most beautiful woman.

Mywoman.

My wife.

That dress, the way she looks… It takes my breath away.

Her eyes scan the place, like she’s looking for a way out of this. But unfortunately for her, there is none. This is for life.

She will never leave me again. I can promise her that.

When she’s in front of me, I grab her hand and tuck her chin in my palm, dropping my mouth to her ear. “You’re breathtaking.”

“Thanks,” she whispers, her hand shivering in mine.

“Don’t be scared.”

“That’s easy for you to say.” She hikes up her chin and stares at the priest, ignoring me.

Clenching a fist at my side, I turn toward him.

She will come around. It’s just a shock to her right now. I have to believe that.

Fia runs over to me, holding my hand, and Amara tries to hide her shock.

“You look like a princess,” I tell her.

“Thank you.” Her eyes glimmer.

My damn heart is going to explode. Gathering her in my arms, I nod at the priest to begin while she’s nestled against me, her head on my shoulder.

Amara glances over at us, fighting a smile.

Her attention shifts as the priest recites some prayers until it’s time for the rings. Tynan hands them to us, and I place one on Amara’s finger, then she places one on mine.

“May these rings be a symbol of your faith in each other and a reminder to you of your love. Through Christ our Lord. Amen. You may kiss the bride.”

Turning to her, I cup her cheek, capturing her eyes, staring so deep, I know she feels this too—this damn heaviness in my chest that I never even imagined I could ever experience.

“It’s like I’ve been waiting for you all my life,” I tell her, meaning every damn word.

Her gaze softens, brows furrowed, and before she has a chance to protest, I take her lips with mine. And just like every other time, she kisses me until we’re both lost. My fingers slideinto her hair, dragging her deeper, kissing her with all the passion dripping in my veins.

“Geez, get a damn room.” Cillian laughs, and that’s when she slowly pulls away.

I hit him with a glare, and he only chuckles harder.

The priest finishes his last wish for us, then it’s over.

She’s mine. For life.

“Fionn.” Fia pulls on my suit jacket.

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