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We cling to each other in the aftermath, shaking, breathless, ruined.
His face is buried in my neck, his voice muffled and wrecked. “See? You don’t need a perfect husband, love. You just need me. Exactly as I am.”
I thread my fingers through his damp hair, holding him tight. “Exactly as you are, Finn. And I’ll never let you go.”
Chapter 99
FINN
Song, Take Me Back To Eden, Sleep Token.
My breath catches in my throat the moment those double doors open. My entire fucking world steps through, Nyx coiled up her arm, a bouquet of red roses clutched in her hand.
Her dress is everything I imagined. Sexy and elegant, with just enough sin at the neckline to show the edge of her tattoo.
With every step she takes, my chest tightens. The sting of tears presses against my eyes.
I remember our first wedding. I was tipsy, but I knew exactly what I was doing. I knew I wanted her.
But this… this is different.
Because Stephanie is walking toward me with purpose. To become mine. And I’ll become hers. For eternity.
This time in front of our family and friends. This isn’t just about us anymore—it’s about Stephanie finally finding the family she’s fought so long without. She won’t fight alone again. She has all of us now.
Even Frankie and Zara, wide-eyed, are watching her come down the aisle.
The mafia life might break you down. Sometimes destroy you. But it’s ours. It’s what we live for.
Behind the gates of Decadence, we’ve built something powerful. Something worth bleeding for.
Our dad’s death wasn’t in vain. It led us here. To this. To her.
To my wife.
When Stephanie stops in front of me, the tears break free, slipping hot down my cheeks. I reach up, brushing away her own.
“Hi, beautiful,” I whisper.
“Finn. You look so handsome my panties are wet.”
The priest clears his throat, but I can’t help the smile tugging at my mouth.
I lean in, lips brushing her cheek. “I’m disappointed you’re wearing any, love.”
Her blush blooms against me.
“Not for long, I hope.”
Hallie slips Stephanie’s bouquet from her hands so I can lace my fingers with hers. The priest starts his speech, but all I see is her. The way she lights up the room, the way she’s always lit up my fucking life.
I pull my vows from my pocket, and Conan steps up, handing me the notepad.
“I’d like you to read out loud the very first page. My first ever observation about you.”
Her brows rise. “Is this the book? I get to keep it?”
I chuckle. “It’s one of the books, yes. I have four.”
