My gaze flicks between Elvis and Mariya, and when she takes hold of my hand and starts to drag me to the road to hail a cab, the thought solidifies in my mind.
I can get away with marrying Mariya tonight and blame it
on us being drunk.
Holy fucking shit.
Am I willing to go that far to make her mine?
Yes.
Without a fucking doubt. I'd do anything to make this woman mine.
We climb into a cab, and Mariya excitedly tells the driver where to go. Drunkenly she slumps against me, trying to give me a mischievous grin. "Whoever you have your sights on can go fuck herself. You're marrying me."
1 wrap an arm around Mariya to keep her locked to my side, then murmur, "Whatever you want, mia regina."
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Money takes care of many problems when you're in a rush to get married.
In forty minutes, I manage to get a marriage license and wedding rings. I'm sure as fuck not shoving just any ring onto Mariya's finger and got her the biggest diamond I could find in Vegas.
Back at the chapel, Mariya keeps laughing, finding it hysterically funny that they're officiating a mob wedding for us
a bratva princess and the head of the fucking Italian mafia.
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CHOSEN BY A SINNER (Completed)
FanfictionCelebrating her 26th birthday with a weekend in Las Vegas, mafia princess Mariya Koslov caps off the evening with a wedding officiated by Elvis. Luca Cotroni, head of the Italian mafia, has loved Mariya from afar as he solidified his position at the...
