MARRIED TO THE CAPO

Chapter 7

Lorenzo

"With the power vested in me I now pronounce you both husband and wife .You may now kiss the bride."

The silence in the basilica pressed down, heavy with expectation.

My gaze remained fixed on Eva. Moments ago when the door to the church swung open framing her like a masterpiece her dress clinging to her curves perfectly and moving along her gracefully, her chin lifted and spine straight looking breathtakingly gorgeous fucking stole my breath. Our eyes subtly met blurred by her veil. A slight tremor in her hands when they were handed to me by her father.I unknowingly tightened my finger around her hands to stop that tremor.

The silence in the basilica pressed down, heavy with expectation.Her eyes were squeezed shut, the thick lashes like strokes of ink against her skin of cheeks.

I lifted her veil up fixing it behind her. Her face was now revealed to me without any filter. Her eyes still closed. Subtle makeup applied to her face enhancing her beauty.

But she couldn't hide the tremor that ran through her. It sparked something unexpected in my chest - not warmth, not yet, but a flicker of acknowledgment. She was afraid. Of fucking me.

The realization wasn't a surprise.Lorenzo De Luca was not known for tenderness.

I slowly glided my hands around her waist gripping her hips bringing her closer to me,her hands automatically moving to my arm to put distance between us.

The subtle fear in her posture, the way her fingers clutched my arms tightly as if it were a lifeline, sparked a different instinct.

Instead of closing the distance between us, I leaned closer, my voice barely a murmur, reaching only her ears. "Eyes open, Eva," I commanded, but there was no force in it, no threat.

Her eyelids fluttered open, her remarkable eyes wide , the color of sky, that seemed to reflect every flickering candle in the basilica.

Ignoring the audience, the murmur of anticipation that rippled through the church, I inclined my head,her chest heaving with heavy breathing, my gaze never leaving hers. My lips brushed just besides her lips, a whisper of touch, a promise, and a warning all in one. "Not here, Amore[love]," I murmured, my voice low enough for only her to hear. "Not like this."

Her eyes widened, surprise chasing away the fear.

Just then the crowd started cheering and celebrating with a loud applause. Withdrawing our bodies from each other.

Eva's body relaxed her hand wrapping around my arm as we both moved to the door of the church walking through the aisle.Some faces cheering us with happiness whereas some angry, sad and jealous.

This was not just a arrangement for us but a way for both Italian and Russian mafia to conquer the world.

As we exited the church door there was a Black Mercedes-Maybach S-Class standing for us. Now we had to go to the reception hall for reception and then we would be done with this wedding shit. Huff..

Eva

We were now settled in this luxurious car moving to our reception destination.Awkward silence consuming the car.