Anthony pov :
“Are you ready? We’ve got a wedding to crash,” I said, grinning. Excitement sizzled under my skin, a low fire that burned brighter with every second I got closer to my goal.
Marcello sighed, checking his gun and shoving it back into his holster. “As ready I as I’ll ever be for this insanity.”“I can’t believe I’m only a few miles from that fucker and can’t rip him to shreds.” Marcello said.
“we will get him. My plan will bring him to us eventually.” I leaned back in my car seat... Enjoying the speed.
" I don't like the part that we need to involve" her " in this plan. We are more than enough to tear them apart. " Marcello said quietly while his mouth stretching in a thin line.
“She’s part of our world. Born and bred to be a mother to more bastards. Born and bred to obey like a mindless sheep. She was brought up to follow her shepherd without hesitation. He led her toward a pack of wolves. It’s his mistake, but she will be torn apart.”
Marcello shook his head. “Fuck, Anthony. You are a crazy fucker.”
I wrapped my fingers tightly around his forearm, after my tattoo— “You are one of us. We fight until we die. Don’t forget your oath.And after the betrayal I received from her... " My mouth pulled into cold smile.Marcello put the keys in the ignition as we watched the Miones drive off. “Her brother will stay with her,” he said. “And then there’s the bodyguard.”
My eyes sought out the middle-aged guy behind the wheel of a Bentley limousine parked in the driveway of the hotel. A fucking flower arrangement on the hood. White flowers. I wanted to squash them under my boots.
“They’re making it too easy figuring out the car of the bride,” I said with a laugh.
“Because they don’t expect an attack. It’s never been done before. Funerals and weddings are sacred.”
“There have been bloody weddings before. They should know better.”
“But those weddings became bloody because the guests got into fights with each other. I don’t think anyone has ever attacked a wedding, especially the bride, on purpose. Honor forbids it.”
I chuckled. “you are forgetting the bloody wedding 2 years ago... It's just history repeating itself... "
“I think they will realize that today,” he said tightly.
My eyes scanned the front of the hotel. Somewhere behind its windows, Isa was getting ready for her wedding. She’d be groomed to perfection, an apparition in white. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her, stain the perfectly white fabric blood-red.Isabella pov :
You don’t have to be scared, sweetheart,” sofia said quietly so my sister wouldn’t hear her. My little sister was busy tugging at the pins keeping her hair in place on top of her head, grimacing.
“I’m not,” I said quickly, which was a lie. It wasn’t that I was overly scared of sleeping with Sebastian, but I was nervous and worried about embarrassing myself. I didn’t like to be bad at things, and I would be bad given I had no experience.
She gave me a knowing look. “It’s okay to be nervous. But he’s a decent man. Armando always talks in glowing terms about him.”sofia tried to sound casual but failed miserably. She stroked my hair like she used to do when I was little.
Here at this moment I miss mother so badly.....Armando l sighed then glanced down at his Rolex that Dad had given him for his initiation five years ago. “We need to go too. The ceremony is supposed to start in forty-five minutes. It’ll take at least thirty minutes to reach the church.”
The church was outside city limits. I wanted the celebration to take place in a renovated barn in the countryside, surrounded by forest, not in the city.I nodded then checked my reflection once more before I took his outstretched hand. With linked arms we walked out of the suite and down into the hotel lobby. People kept glancing my way, and I had to admit I enjoyed their attention. The dress had cost a small fortune. It was only fair, since as many people as possible would see me in it. This wedding was the biggest social event in years.
In less than few hours I'll be Sebastian wife.
But the fate have different plans.
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MAFIA POSSESSION ( Completed)
RomanceLooking at myself in the mirror I studied my reflection. I exhaled a long surrendering sigh into the quiet that was my bedroom. I kept telling myself to keep it together, I had to be strong; I am Isabella Martin del Campo, my father is capo to the...