Page 104 of Captive Vows
“You sure you want to shackle yourself to my father, though?” he teased.
I rolled my eyes and smiled. The age gap between me and Luka was never an issue. If anything, I was glad to have an older, more experienced man to be my lover.
No. Not just a lover.
I smiled wider.
In an hour, Luka would be my husband.
He was already the father of my son. As we readied to be a true couple, I knew my misgivings and worries from the past would never matter again.
I wasn’t a thing.
I wasn’t a possession to lock up.
We would be partners. Equals. Spouses.
“He’s already shackled tome,” I replied as Emil brought me to the ballroom.
At my request, decorations were minimal. I wanted no fuss, no frills.
I’d exchanged my dream of being on stage as a ballerina with being the wife of the sexy Mafia boss waiting for me at the end of the long red carpet someone had unfurled for me to walk down.
I couldn’t wait to reach him.
I couldn’t wait to make love to him again, too.
Two more weeks. Only two more weeks…
I sighed, ready to go as the music played. Only a dozen or so people were in here, the closest family members Luka wanted to witness this.
Emil hesitated, though, waiting to walk me down the aisle. It seemed like a silly full circle, that he’d been instrumental in taking me from my former apartment to be walking me down the aisle now.
“Do you regret that it’s like this?” he asked when I urged him to go already.
“Regret?” I smirked at him. “I have none.”
“Not even thatI’mwalking you to marry him?”
I sighed. “Look, I might forgive you someday, but?—”
“No. That I’m walking you. Not your dad.”
I pursed my lips. “No.” I didn’t wanthimin my thoughts at all right now.
“I have no dad.” Miguel was just a bastard determined to ruin my life. I ceased seeing him as a parent after what happened when Andre was born.
“You’re really sure about that? You’ve got no love for him at all?”
“None.” I frowned, glancing at him before whispering, “Why are you bringing this up now?”
“Because traditionally, a father walks his daughter down the aisle to be married.”
“Okay.” I shrugged one shoulder. “Nothing about me and Luka has been traditional. And I’m fine with that.” It took me a while, but I got over the sting of how we’d met and connected. I was only glad we had.
“Good.”
Still, I knew he was up to something. Emil didn’t talk much, but most of what seemed to go through his head was strategy.
