Protecting Her

The End

Jezzabelle's POV

"Are you ready baby?" My mother asks as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

Letting out a nervous yet excited sigh, I stood up and nodded before following her outside of my bedroom.

I knew most people, when it came to their wedding ceremonies, liked to choose settings that were very extravagant and unique. Like beaches, islands, and even different countries.

But just like how me and Domenico had met underneath the same roof I've grown up in since I was born, I wanted to make more memories in the same place it all started.

The large mansion estate my father had first bought with his own money after he became a powerful mafia don in his family, was the very first home he and my mother had made millions of memories in after they got married and had me.

And I was a sucker for family traditions with great meanings behind them, so I decided to choose the same setting of my parents wedding to walk down the aisle for the first and last time of my life.

"My precious bella, you are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. But don't tell your mother I said that"

My father says after I walked down the large stair case leading down to our foyer, which was where the front doors of the mansion was soon going to open and lead me to my soon to be husband.

My mother may have walked me down here but after seeing my father teary eyed staring in awe at the sight of her placing her grandmothers wedding veil on me, she choked back a sob before rushing out with a dramatic exit stating she wasn't gonna let my father ruin her makeup that took her hours to get done.

"I know most fathers get excited and talk about how they've always dreamt of walking their daughters down the aisle. But it took me a lot of tequila and a few punching bags to get me to calm down last night after realizing my one and only precious baby is soon gonna have to be handed off to some other male to be taken care of. Do you know how many times I've thought about beating the shit outta Domenico for taking my little baby girl right under my nose?"

As much as I wanted to slap my father for his ridiculous statement, I couldn't feel anything but love for him as he spoke with tears falling from his eyes.

It was a big surprise for me to ever see my father show any emotions other than the emotionless work face he had on 24/7 in front of his men and the happy face he'd have when he spent time with me and my mom away from his job. And that wasn't even involving the third face he had on the most which was the angry and irritated look when he was frustrated at someone for messing up his demands and orders.

My father never cried in front of me before. Sure I've seen him frown in sadness a few times as a child when I'd almost been kidnapped or even got hurt while I was playing around the house.

The most emotion I've seen him had in front of me before was when I had broken my arm at 5 years old and he'd gotten so mad at my nanny at the time. He cussed her out and threw her out of our home the minute he got back from one of his missions only to find his only child licking a large rainbow lollipop in the living room with a big bright pink cast surrounding my whole right arm.

After throwing the nanny out and making sure she had gotten black listed from any jobs in the United States after finding out she carelessly left me by the big pool in our backyard. And what made it worse for her was that she did that so I wouldn't be able to see her banging the gardener in my mother and fathers bedroom.

And that wasn't even the worst part, the worst part of it all wasn't the fact that my 5 year old self had ended up falling into the pool and broke my right elbow. The worst part was that by the time her quickie was over, she finally managed to hear my wails and screams when one of the security guards at the gate rushed over many yards of land to drag my drowning and injured self out of the pool. The man only got there on time to save my life because my big mouth and flailing movements in the pool had been echoing off the surrounding walls my father had built fully around the large land we had.