Page 146 of Vows of a Mobster
“How can you trust him?” Giovanni came from my left. “With Emma.”
I tensed at the accusation in his tone and guilt swarmed me. When everything happened with Kyle, and we asked Giovanni’s help to erase all internet trails, he ended up paying the price. The Irish thought he had something to do with Kyle’s disappearance and Mateo punished him because he meddled in Irish business. Marissa said it was either that or war.
I took Giovanni’s hand into mine. “I trust Marissa,” I rasped low. “Mateo has men following them to the reception.” He was upset, mad. He had every right to be. “Please Giovanni. Don’t be mad.”
He turned his head towards me, his scar a vivid reminder of the price he paid. Because of me. We should have thought about that. We should have never pulled him into it.
“Giovanni, they kind of like each other,” I told him softly.
“You know Marissa,” Daphne chimed in, her voice low so nobody could hear us. “She might be done with him by the end of the night.”
“I’m not mad, Brie,” he finally said. “But if he hurts either one of them, I’ll hunt down every single O'Connor and kill them all.”
He walked away, leaving Daphne and I behind without a backward glance.
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Mateo
Iwatched my wife’s shoulders slump as Giovanni walked away from her and Daphne after a tense exchange.
Declan at my wedding was unexpected. And Marissa and Declan, even more so. I didn’t like it but saw the opportunity there. It would seem my beautiful wife was right; Declan was taunting me because Marissa was just as young as my wife. And he wasn’t much younger than me.
Fucker!
Still, I wasn’t dismissing his attraction to my wife. I made it my business to know what Declan was into, and there was no doubt in my mind that he’d want Brianna in his fucking sexual fantasies.
Over. My. Dead. Body.
Jesus, I hope Marissa wasn’t into that shit. She always had a wild streak.
Brianna looked beautiful. Nothing had ever shaken me as much as seeing her take steps towards me, to become my wife. She had breathed light into my life.
She was mine forever. And I was hers.
Antonio and I strode to our women, and I couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around her from behind. She leaned into me.
“Are you ready for the party?” I murmured the question into her ear.
She chuckled softly in response. “No, but I don’t think there is a choice.”
Daphne took Antonio’s hand, and I noticed Brianna smiling at those two. She told me last night that she struggled to understand those two together. They were such opposites in everything. But then so were Brianna and I. She was happy for her friend and threatened me that she’d have to kill Antonio if he hurt her. I promised her I’d help.
“What’s that?” Brianna’s frowned stare was on her friend’s left hand.
“Nothing,” Daphne hurried to put her hand behind her back but not before Brianna caught it.
“Oh my gosh, is that-” Her eyes darted between Antonio and Daphne. “Did you two-”
I knew they’d gotten married. Daphne’s father grumbled but finally agreed. It was just Daphne and Antonio along with Daphne’s parents at the courthouse. Antonio explained he didn’t want to overshadow the wedding, although I assured him it wouldn’t be the case. They were adamant about keeping it a secret.
“Ummm, I was going to tell you when you came back from your honeymoon,” Daphne explained. “It was just us and my parents. I didn’t want to ruin your moment.”
Brianna pulled her into a hug. “Pffft, that is ridiculous. I am so happy for you.” She beamed at her friend. That was my woman, soft inside and out. “Wait, I didn’t get to see you get married.”
“We’ll do it again in the church,” Antonio chimed in. “Something small though.”
“And you and Marissa will be there for that one,” Daphne added.
