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And you know something? I was more than fine with it.

“Alright, so hair, makeup, dress, then we eat, we toast, and we dance our asses off!”

“Yayyy!”

Cheers and high fives sounded all around, and I never felt so damn happy. And deep down, I knew it was because of him. The party and my girls were amazing. But none of it mattered without Ono.

For the first time in my life, I was deliriously fucking happy, and it was all because of him. My unlikely husband. My very own Tough Guy.

Chapter 35-Ono

Adrik Volkov told me about the reception his daughter was holding for me and my bride around the same time Shelly had texted me about it.

I knew it would be big and flashy, but I had no idea that meant over two hundred people would be joining us, including some of Michelle’s colleagues and her attending, Dr. Cross.

I couldn’t say I was a fan, and since I was meeting Michelle at the restaurant, I had the opportunity to confront the man as he was ogling one of Josef Aziz’s younger daughters.

“Excuse me,” the petite redhead said, using my appearance as an excuse to escape.

“Thanks, pal. I was just getting her to come around,” the doctor said, adjusting his miniscule cock in his pants.

“You’re Dr. Cross?” I asked, anger filling me.

The older man turned to face me, and I realized then he wasn’t really older. Just grayer. And not in a good way.

“Yes, and you are?”

“Ono Bottarelli.”

“Ah, you’re the lucky man who stole away with Dr. Davis. Bought her a new position too, I hear. You know, some people sleep their way to the top, but others go another way I guess, though it’s really all about who you fuck, isn’t it?”

The jerk wad laughed, arrogance dripping from his lips. He looked confused that I didn’t join him with a chuckle. Like I fucking would.

This prick.

“Is that so?”

“Oh, uh, I didn’t mean anything?—”

“I think you did. I think you made a mistake accepting this invitation,” I growled, aware that Sammy and Jr. were now flanking me.

“Um, look, I don’t know what she told you, but I never?—”

That was all I needed to hear to know this sleazeball had done something to make my Michelle uncomfortable. That he was a worthless piece of shit who needed to learn a lesson.

“Hey Jr.?”

“Yeah. This guy is Michelle’s old attending. He’s got to leave the city, though. In fact, I think he’s gotta leave the whole East coast,” I growled, wanting to plant my fist in his face but holding back for now.

“Oh, um, I think maybe we have had a misunderstanding,” Cross said.

“There’s no misunderstanding. You’re a fucking creep. You make women uncomfortable. That young lady you were talking to? That’s his cousin,” I said nodding at Sammy who growled low and menacingly in his throat.

“This is me being generous cause it’s a party and I am here to celebrate my wife,” I said, stepping up to his face. “But if Michelle ever tells me that you ever made her uncomfortable, then I’m gonna come looking for you. And you’re gonna want to be gone. Understand?”

I waited for everything I just said to sink in, rewarded when Dr. Cross went a little paler beneath the collar.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Jr. said, nodding his head at one of the security guards we had all over the floor.

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