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"Yes." Her voice shakes, but she smiles.

Suddenly, I need this quick ceremony over with. Then I very much need my new wife in our bed and for me to rut into her like a wild beast to fill her to the brim with my cum.

Taking her hand in mine, I walk us out of the safe room and into my office.

Vito grabs some papers out of my printer that have just finished printing and grins. "We're all set with everything at the county clerk's office, and Guido sent over the license."

Gabe flashes Nova a smile as he stands beside Gemma, who’s beaming and holding out a handful of flowers from one of the vases around the house. Nova takes them with a stunned expression.

Jerome approaches Nova, looking at her like she's his beloved granddaughter, and offers her a silk blue scarf. "Something new and blue."

He discreetly hands me the ring box containing the ring I had made for Nova, which he retrieved from my bedroom.

Gemma unclasps her necklace with a gold horn Italian charm. "It's something old and borrowed, and it emulates good luck." She puts the necklace on Nova and steps back.

Vito steps forth with a smile. If someone would've asked me to guess the most crazy and unhinged thing my brother would do, going and getting ordained is the last thing ever that would've popped into my mind. "Ready?"

I gaze down at my soon-to-be wife, my tiny and fierce queen. Her eyes sweep up to mine, and her lashes are dewy with moisture. The doubt is still there, but she nods.

Vito's grin grows. "We are gathered here today for Massimo Salvatore Santoro and Nova Elena Mancini…"

I don't look away from Nova the entire time Vito recites the necessary, legally required pieces, along with his ad lib comments that make Nova smile. After I slip the custom-made ring on her dainty finger, and he pronounces us husband and wife, I growl, "My wife,"and haul Nova into my arms.

In for a penny, in for a fucking pound.

Chapter 53

Nova

Massimokicksthedoorshut. He's carrying me bridal style and hasn't stopped kissing me since he scooped me up after we signed the marriage license.

The marriage license, which I know is fake. Because the head enforcer of the Santoro mafia being legally ordained to perform real, binding marriage ceremonies is just a bit too much to truly believe.

And even though I know the stunning ring Massimo slipped on my finger really isn't mine to keep…I let myself believe the lie for now.

Because the way Massimo looked at me… The way he growledmy wife…is demanding me to not overthink this.

I tear at his clothes, needing them off. Right. Now.

I pull on his tie to undo it from the precise knot, then whip it off. I'm half of the mind to ask him to use it to tie me up, but I can't formulate words right now. The only sound I can manage right now is a growl of frustration as I fight with the buttons of his shirt.

Giving up, I fist the material and rip. The buttons fly with the sound of shredding material.

Massimo makes a sound akin to a wild animal and tosses me onto the bed. As soon as I land, I scramble onto my knees as he fights with his suit jacket, shoving it off, then drags his ruined shirt off.

His hair is mussed. His dark brown eyes are wild. He looks on the verge of losing control.

Ilovethis version of him.

The one he doesn't let anyone else see.

His movements are jerky as he undoes his pants, then pushes them down to free his iron-length. It stands hard against his chiseled abs, and my core clenches.

He's massive and beautiful. Every inch of him. And he's mine.

For now.

I shove that intrusive thought away.

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