Page 131 of Crazed

I laugh then take another minute to enjoy the moment.

There's a knock on the door. A woman cracks it open and declares, "It's time to go. Oh, don't you look gorgeous!" She steps in and smiles, scanning me over.

"Thank you," I reply, squaring my shoulders and lifting my chin to deal with the overwhelming nerves growing in my gut. I'm not used to the focus being on me unless I'm with Massimo.

Pina grabs my arm and leads me through the spa. We get into a private car. The driver takes us to a very exclusive beach. There are only five people on it—a DJ, a photographer, the wedding officiant, Tristano, and Massimo.

The moment I step on the sand and his eyes meet mine, I tear up. He looks as handsome as ever, in white linen pants and a matching dress shirt. His dark features appear extra sharp. The vulnerable expression I could get lost in overtakes his features and his dark gaze studies me, igniting an entirely new slew of flutters.

The sun hides behind fluffy clouds, making the light not as harsh. Waves crash against the shore, and birds squeal in the sky. I walk toward Massimo, barely hearing the music, so full of love and happiness, I could burst.

He takes my hand when I reach him then kisses me. I feel every ounce of affection he has for me and return it all. When he drags his lips away from mine, I mumble, "Aren't we supposed to wait?"

He strokes my cheek and smiles. "No. Nothing about us is ordinary. We do what we want, dolce. You and me. For the rest of our lives, we call the shots."

The officiant states, "With that statement, is it okay if we get started?"

Massimo chuckles. "Yeah."

The ceremony doesn't take long, but I prefer it that way. Massimo and I both pledge our lives to each other. When it's over, I've never had so many emotions sweep through me.

I'm Mrs. Massimo Marino.

For the first time in my life, I feel untouchable—thatweare untouchable. It's as if nothing bad ever happened, and nothing ever will again. I have him, and he has me. We're indestructible.

"You're my wife. There's no going back," Massimo murmurs in my ear when we get into the car to go to the private dinner.

I turn and kiss him, teasing, "You're stuck with me now."

Tristano and Pina get into the car. The driver takes us to a restaurant outside of the resort. We pull up to the valet area, but as he reaches for the door, Tristano shoves the lock down and shouts, "Go! Go now!"

Massimo fumes, "Tristano, what in God's name—"

"Get down!" Tristano shoves Pina's head to her knees, and he reaches for my head, pushing me down. He cries out, "His men are here!"

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Massimo

"Drive faster,"I instruct our driver, wishing one of our guys were behind the wheel. I'm pretty sure he's never speeded in his life. He did make a few moves that put the car following us behind several vehicles, including a large semi, but it won't be long until he's on our rear end again.

"Fuck this," Tristano says and leaps over the backseat and into the passenger seat. He grabs the wheel and slides his foot next to the driver's, which is on the accelerator.

"What are you doing?" the driver frets.

"When I say move, you get out of the seat. Take your seat belt off," Tristano orders.

"What! No! I can't—"

"Do it! Or you're going to die," I threaten, pointing my Glock at his head. There's no time to deal with his lack of courage to get out of the driver's seat. Leo's men will be right behind us in a few moments, and they won't hesitate to shoot.

"Don't kill me!" the driver yells.

I roar, "Then get your ass out of that seat!"

"Move!" Tristano yells, pushing his body toward the window.

The vehicle veers sharply to the left, and Tristano tugs on the wheel before oncoming traffic hits us. Our driver tries to get out from under Tristano, but he struggles due to the size of his stomach.

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