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Stripping down, he joined her.

“God, that feels good,” he groaned as he slipped under the hot water, facing her.

She opened her eyes and winked at him. “Your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell anyone that the filthy don of New York likes bubble baths.”

“Hey, you love my kind of filthy.”

“I do.”

EPILOGUE

“Do you, Giancarlo Francis Ferraro, take this woman, Kara Delaine, to be your lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, until death do you part?”

“I do,” Gio stated as he slipped the emerald eternity band on Kara’s left hand.

He gazed over at his wife and smiled at her, his blood beating wild and hot.

Kara repeated her vows and slipped a thick gold band on Gio’s left ring finger in turn.

He would never take it off.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

Gio hardly heard anything the priest said for the past twenty minutes, except for the word ‘kiss.’

He took Kara in his arms and dipped her, giving her a kiss that was as filthy as he was. The kiss wasn’t fit for the guests nearby or the church they were standing in, but Gio didn’t care. This was a moment purely for him and Kara.

And one he wanted to remember always.

When the ceremony was over, they headed to the reception hall for the big party. Five hundred guests were attending. It was going to be a night like no other.

And Gio had spared no expense for his bride.

He’d watched Kara walk down the aisle towards him in a hand-made ivory satin ballgown. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life. The corseted waist and plunging neckline fit her body perfectly and he couldn’t wait to peel her out of it later. Or maybe during the reception if they could sneak off to a dark room nearby.

“No urge to run yet?” Kara teased him as they exited their limo and headed into the reception hall.

He ran his hand over a lock of her red hair and tugged. “I’m only running to you, baby.”

Gio and Kara stood at the front of their reception line and greeted every single guest. All five hundred and nine of them.

The last one to arrive was a surprise.

Kara had insisted on inviting him, but Gio had reservations. But, in the end, he let his bride do as she wanted. He figured the invite would go unanswered.

“Congratulations, Gio. You’re one lucky asshole,” Alek murmured as he reached out to shake Gio’s hand.

Surrounded by his group of bodyguards, Alek’s unmistakable presence had all the chatter ceasing around them as people stopped to stare.

“What about you, Alek? Is there any special person in your life?” Kara asked.

Alek’s deep bark of laughter echoed in the entryway.

“I’m not made for marriage and family. My business model forbids it,” he quipped.

“The right partner might change your mind. We’re the perfect example.”

Kara was right. Their empire had expanded exponentially over the past two months, and it was due in large part to the efforts of his wife.

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