Arranged to the Mafia King

"I do."

Smiling the fake smile I've come to perfect in the last year, I nod as I take hold of the mans hands I have to marry. My nails that I've managed to grow out as weapons digging into his palms, his eyes narrowing at me but his smile doesn't falter.

"I do."

Two, three years ago I would've never believed that I'd be standing here. You could've been from the future driving a flying car and I still probably not believed you.

Has my life truly come to this? Marrying a sicko named Gideon King. A man that has now taken hold of his father's dangerous group, because of marrying me. Me marrying him just tripled how truly dangerous he is...

"You may kiss the bride."

With him leaning towards me I pressed my finger onto his lips. Causing gasps and his eyes becoming daggers as I tried not to roll my eyes.

"Why ruin the sweet moment with a small kiss when it's obvious I want more? Don't want to...cause a scene." I smooth, some laughing and Gideon smirking. With him still coming towards me, his lips rested on my earlobe and his hands gripped my waist tightly. Making me wish I could knee him in the balls, but the last time I did that his crazy bodyguards almost crushed me to death.

"Nice save. So you wanna be like that? Du wirst es bereuen." ( You'll regret it ) He hissed, making me wish he didn't know my language of German.