"Mercy is for the weak, so don't go expecting any."
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Cecilia Saldaro has secrets, her father and 4 older brothers have secrets. But somewhere along the line their lies and secrets get twisted against a common denominator.
When Miles Alexand...
Having an overprotective family for sure has it's ups and downs.
Exhibit A: I'm currently in my bedroom getting myself ready for the Russian wedding of the decade, while Rocco and Giovanni are screaming at me to just give up and not go, or send someone else. Whereas Adriano is steaming my dress getting rid of the creases. And what is Cyrus doing? He's behind me doing my hair.
He loves doing it, he grew up watching me doing it all the time, or watching Leonardo as he did it for me whenever he was around, Camden learnt some tricks so here he is doing it, he is just curling it pulling some pieces back out of my face. But it is so perfect.
Applying the last detail to my face, my lashes I turn to all my brothers, some scowling, some smiling.
"You look stunning mia tesoro, but are you sure it's safe." My papa asks from the doorway. He looks so stressed. All the recent problems are taking a personal toll on him. None of this happened to him when he was capo, an odd attack or rivalry. But a personal attack on his children and his allies, is a lot to face from the sidelines.
He is being so incredibly strong, hiding how he truly feels about it but with one simple question I can tell how torn up he is.
"Papa, I promise I'll be fine. I will be with Miles I'm safest with him. Plus Villin wants me there, which means he has something up his sleeve."
"That's what we are worried about Cesca." Rocco exclaims exasperated.
"Please you know I'll put up a good fucking fight, then I'll set their world on fire." I smirk leaving them all speechless. "Now leave I need to put on my dress."
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Who would expect a measly guest to show up looking bomb as fuck to someone else wedding?
The answer I fucking would.
To prove a point that those fucking Russian bastards don't scare me.
I head towards the foyer to see Miles conversing with Giovanni, but damn he was looking good enough to eat. That man makes everything tingle.
His black suit, fitted expertly to his taut body, his black bowtie hanging loosely around his neck, not tied. He told me he couldn't do tie them. In his breast pocket is a red pocket square to match my dress and those trousers will never do justice for his ass. It looks so good. Good enough to slap.
The sound of my heels clicking against the marble stairs catches the attention of Miles and my family.
Miles jaw has gaped, he looks like he is trying to gain some sort of self control. Camden is staring at Miles looking at his slacked jaw. Rocco and Giovanni are trying not to punch something from my rather provocative dress. Adriano and Papa are looking at in awe.
"Are you ready to ruin a white wedding, making it slightly red?" I smirk, wrapping my arm around his shoulder. He smirks back at me, kissing my forehead lightly.
