Page 36 of The Mafia Princess

“So, what do you think we should do now? We’ve got a bunch of people waiting for us right now.”

She sighed. “I think we should get married.”

“Will you regret it if you do?”

She thought about it for a moment and then shook her head. “No.”

He tipped her head back farther and gently pressed his lips against hers. “Then let’s go get married.”

She smiled as he lifted her off his lap and took her hand. He was still afraid she’d change her mind, so he hurried them both back to the sunroom the wedding was set up in. Instead of letting her walk down the aisle to him, he pulled her down to stand in front of the judge that was marrying them, ignoring all the hoots and laughter.

He nodded at the judge. “Please begin.”

The judge snorted and started reading. Remington heard her sweet voice take him to be his wife and just about shouted, “Yes.”

When it came to his turn, he answered every question before the judge finished, and he kept trying to pull her closer so he could kiss her.

“Jesus. Did I look that crazy when I married Beth?” Alastair asked.

He got several people barking “yes’s,” which made Alastair grunt.

Remington felt better that he wasn’t the only one who felt this level of emotion.

“Son, if you stop pulling at her and let me finish, then you can kiss her.”

He nodded and waited impatiently. He exhaled when the judge said he and Anna were man and wife.

“Now, you may kiss her,” the judge said.

He pulled her into his arms, tilted her head back, and started kissing her. He would have kept going if the room hadn’t erupted in clapping and remarks.

When he looked down at her passion-flushed face, he knew he loved her with everything in him right then.

His world would be perfect if he knew she loved him, too.

Chapter Fifteen

Aryanna smiled so much her cheeks hurt, but she couldn’t help it because she’d never been so happy before in her life. Remington had yet to release her and held her even when they were eating.

She looked around the long table to see everyone having a great time. The sunroom and dining rooms were decorated perfectly. The meal that was served was the best she’d had in a long time, and they somehow had time to make a beautiful wedding cake that she and Remington cut and fed each other.

One of the cousins was everywhere taking pictures, and she couldn’t wait to see them.

Remington pressed his lips against the side of her head. “How are you holding up, Love?”

She looked up and smiled. “Really good. This was perfect. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, the whole family had a hand in it,” he said.

She grinned. “I’ll thank them later. Everyone is looking a little too happy.”

He chuckled. “I’m ready to leave. How about you?”

She rested her head against his chest. “Yes. I’d like that. It’s been a long day.”

Remington yelled out good night and then swept her out of the room before anyone could stop them. He lifted her into his arms at the bottom of the stairs and walked up to their room.

“You’re going to hurt your back,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

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