Page 59 of Mafia Heir's Broken Vows

Each step brings me closer, the sand warm beneath my feet. When I finally reach him, Leo carefully hands Enzo the rings and beams up at Alessandro. He says, "I'm the best man, right Dad?" We all laugh; he is the best man.

Alessandro's hand finds mine. He leans in just slightly, enough for only me to hear.

"You're so damn beautiful, it should be illegal." I blush, my cheeks warm.

A quiet laugh bubbles out of me, breaking the last of the nerves. "Lucky for you, it's not."

Father Pietro, Enzo's uncle, clears his throat, barely holding back a smile. "Shall we begin?"

The ceremony is short.Simple words, yet they feel monumental. When it's time for vows, Alessandro doesn't evenglance at the small note in his pocket. He just looks at me, and suddenly, the entire world narrows to the space between us.

"I don't have anything written," he starts, his voice low but steady. "Because nothing I write could explain this. You. Us. I spent years believing I wasn't meant for anything good. And then you happened. You and Leo. And for the first time, I wanted more. I wanted this. A life with you. I swear to always fight for you, protect you and love you—for every day I get to breathe on this earth. That's all I need to promise."

Tears blur my vision, but I don't look away.

My hands shake slightly as I lift them, still clasping his. "I never thought we'd get this. Not after everything. But I'm standing here because no matter how broken we were, we always found our way back. I promise to stand by you, to build the life we dreamed of—for us, for Leo—and to love you through every high and every low. Always."

The silence after feels sacred. Then Father Pietro speaks softly. "The rings?"

Enzo hands them over, and Alessandro gently takes my hand, sliding the band onto my finger—a perfect, simple gold ring.

I do the same, my fingers steady as I slip his ring into place.

Father Pietro smiles. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Alessandro, you may kiss your bride."

Alessandro doesn't hesitate. His hands cradle my face, and his mouth finds mine—soft, certain, and filled with every word neither of us could say aloud. Our friends cheer behind us—Leo's joyful laugh is the loudest of them all. "Cooties." He says.

"I blessed them, so it's okay son." Father Pietro says, and we all erupt in laughter. Our small group of friends, who have become our chosen family join us for a small reception lunch.We sit together at a long table under the trees and eat good food, enjoy love and laughter.

Alessandro leans in to whisper in my ear, "I can't wait to see what's under that dress later on." The sensual tone of his voice and the promise of a night together send shivers down my spine. I squeeze my thighs together, already feeling the heat and anticipation building. He slides his hand up my thigh, under the table where no one can see just how dangerously close he is to touching my pussy.

"There's nothing under this dress," I whisper back to him, and he chokes on his wine. Trying to stop the cough and not draw attention to how red his face is; he turns to face me. His giant smile, and the way he shakes his head, I love every part of him.

ALESSANDRO

The walls of the hospital room feel so bright they’re blinding, sterile, and far too white. I pace the small space, my footsteps echoing off the blue tile floor. My hands flex and curl into fists at my sides. Every second drags on, slowly.

I've stared death in the face countless times—guns, knives, fire. But nothing compares to this. Waiting for my daughter to be born is a different kind of fear. It crawls under my skin and makes my chest feel too tight like I'm being crushed by the weight of everything I can't control.

Serafina shifts in the hospital bed, a low groan escaping her lips, and I immediately go to her side. Her hand, slick with sweat, grabs mine, she squeezes so hard I hear a crack. Despite the pain written across her face, she's still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"You're doing so well," I murmur, brushing a few damp strands of hair away from her forehead. My thumb smooths over her temple in slow, steady strokes.

She lets out a soft, breathless laugh. "Your pacing isn't helping."

I manage a crooked smile, though my nerves are still shot. "I can't just sit here. I feel useless."

Her grip tightens on my hand—stronger than I expected. "You're here. You're useless. This is the one thing you can't do. Suck it up and stop wearing a hole in the floor."

God, she's right. I wasn't there for Leo. I missed the moment he came into this world, missed holding him in those first breaths of life. I swore I'd never let that happen again. Not this time. Not with our daughter. This time, I'm here—and nothing is going to pull me away.

But being here doesn't make me feel any less helpless.

"Do you need anything?" I ask, desperate to do something—anything.

Serafina shakes her head slowly. "Just you."

My throat tightens. I lean in, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "Always."

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