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Dior's PoV-

The wedding is  3 weeks away now. I'm scared. Not much has happened but I am seeing Olivia today. I haven't seen much of Aries he's been out in Italy for the past week handling things. Our wedding is in the south of France on a beautiful vineyard.  It has a stunning view of the ocean and looks stunning. Aries and I will stay at a very nice airbnb and the rest of the guests were booked beautiful hotel rooms 30 minutes away from the venue.

I've put on sweat pants and a white top with a sweater with a puffer. I'm getting in the car right now. It's so fucking cold, and I have to drive for a little.

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"LIV!!!!" we were screaming and jumping and hugging and everything. I haven't seen her in what feels like ages.

"Girl oh my god!!" She was screaming in my ear. "Okay, enough of that." She pulled away smiling. "You don't even understand how happy I am to crack a blunt and talk." I haven't smoked a blunt since the night IT happened.

We got inside, grabbed a lighter, a bottle of vodka, snacks and ran up the stairs.

"When are your parents coming back?" I asked when we plopped our asses on the bed. "Tomorrow night, they have a surprise for me so we are getting dinner after they get back." . "Oooo, what do you think it will be?". "I'm hoping a car, but who knows." She shrugged. We took the blunt out of its casing and lit it up. "You know what. I have a spare one, wanna smoke our own?" We smiled at each other with that thought, "You know I do."

It's a little bit later, Olivia and I are high out of our minds and drunk out of existence.

"STOP! WE CANT SAY THESE THINGS." We're laughing our asses off. "Only god kno-." Suddenly, my phone is ringing. Oh god, my stomach dropped. It's my father. "Fucking hell."

"Hello papa."
"Are you home right now?"
Me and Olivia snickered. This made me think back to being 15 and sneaking out of the house to see each other.
"No father, I'm at Olivia's."
"Mmm. Well I need you to come down to our home tomorrow, we need to discuss something's." I rolled my eyes.
"Yes sir."

Someone didn't pay us back, and daddy wants revenge. That pisses me off, just pay back your loan to us, and we won't break your neck. It's simple.

"What's that about." . "Someone didn't do what they were supposed to I guess."

"Dude, i'm high as fuck right now. I think i'm gonna throw up." I got the damn girl to the bathroom and held her hair. I've never really had good friends. There was never really any time, school, the mob, my brother, all of it. But Olivia, she never gave up on me, ever. She stuck with me even when I wasn't the friendliest, she's a sweetheart and i'm not. I have my moments, but not like her. We share everything between each other.

"Let's get some food in you." I said whipping her mouth.

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Aries PoV-

The wedding is close, we're flying to France in less than a month, a few days before the wedding.

I'm in Italy currently, handling Rocco and other things. We want a base in a Greece, but they're hesitant. The Russians give them a bad rep, but now that i'm going to be sharing my assets and everything with the Russians. It's even worse. I've been stuck in a meeting with Marco Drazdil, the associate of the big guns. Pussies couldn't even come meet me face to face.

"Look, we've circled back to the same point every time. The Russians, as soon as we come to alliance, will be taken over by someone a lot stronger and with more control. This isn't Vasya Salvatore you're dealing with anymore. You're dealing with me and my future wife, Dior." The exact same fucking thing, i'm telling you. "Okay, i'll call the boss, you can explain it to him and we will negotiate something. Start small, work it up. I have no concern with you or your wife, but I need to know you won't pull anything on us." I sighed in frustration.

It took thirty more minutes for this bitch to show up, and another hour

"I don't understand, we've been in a moral alliance with you for thirty fucking years. We do deals, shippings, fighting all together. I'm in alliance with the Russians, may I remind you one of the most popular. Do you know how much shit they help us smuggle every fucking year? All that shit that we sell to you so you can distribute, comes from them." These fucks. That is the truth, the Italians have been with the Greeks for over thirty years. Now that Dior is joining, we have issues. "Do you want me to pull out of every deal, because I will. I will cut all of your supplies, I will run you out." The room was silent. I was standing looking over all of them, fists clenched and most likely a vein popping out of my forehead. "We will look it all over Mr.Diaz, we will come to an agreement by Thursday." I sighed in relief. "Great, you have two days. Make it snappy. I will fly my fiancé out." I have never left a room more mad. Holy fucking shit. I need something, a stress ball if you may. Time to call up my close friend.

"Ryan."
"Yes boss?"
"I need you to call my wife and get her on a plane tomorrow night."
"Anything else sir?"
" Get Bianca down to the quarters in 40 minutes, not a second late."

I've broken my promise, but Dior will have to suck it up. We both know she won't ever love me. I won't love her, that's what this marriage will be.

Loveless.

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