Chapter 41

She said yes. Daisy Blake actually just agreed to marry me. I should wait until she's of sound mind. She did just have devastating news delivered to her after all. Losing her job hit her hard. She fucking loved that job. Even as I consider this, I'm already pulling out my phone and calling one of the judges I know. I want this shit done, and I want it done now.

"Mr De Bellis, what can I do for you?" Judge Greg answers.

"I need a marriage certificate witnessed. You got five minutes to fit me in today?" I ask him.

"You want to get married? In my courthouse?" he parrots.

"Yes."

"Okay, well, I'm out of the office today. What time did you have in mind?"

"I'll be there in an hour," I tell him, hanging up the phone and quickly pocketing it as I turn to look at Daisy. "We're getting married. In an hour, Daisy Blake, you are going to make me the happiest fucking guy alive," I say before sweeping her up in my arms and slamming my lips against hers.

Daisy pulls back, the shock evident on her face. "An hour? Shit, Gabe. I need to fix myself up. You are not marrying me while I look like a freaking racoon." She shoves at my chest and runs into her bathroom.

I follow her. Standing in the doorway and watching as she strips off her clothes and turns on the shower. As much as I want to jump in with her, I don't. Because, right now, getting to the courthouse is more important.

Daisy steps out and dries off a few minutes later. Then she sprints into the bedroom. "I need a dress. Shit, what do I wear?" She turns and looks at me.

"It doesn't matter what you wear, babe. No matter what, you'll be the most beautiful bride who's ever existed."

Daisy rolls her eyes. "Thank you, but I need to find something." She starts shifting through her closet. "This one." She pulls out a long, white, willowy sundress and then moves over to her drawers and digs through until she finds a pair of white lace panties. "Just so you know, I'd look way better if I had more notice than an hour," she says as she tugs the dress over her head.

"I don't think you've ever looked more beautiful," I say and mean every word. She's going to be my wife today. I smile, a huge fucking fool of a smile. I don't remember a time I've been this happy.

Daisy runs past me again, back into the bathroom. I follow and continue to watch her. "You look amazing by the way. I love that suit," she says through the mirror.

"Thank you."

"You know, you only wear suits when you're doing mafia shit," she observes. "What did you do this morning?"

"Nothing exciting. I went to a meeting with Gio and one of his friends from Sydney." What I found in Shelli's journal rings through my mind. It's making me question everyone, and right now, I'm looking at my future wife while wondering if she's capable of doing the same thing. "Daisy, you need to know that marrying me means you'll be part of my family."

"I know," she says.

"And you're okay with that?"

"I love you. I'm not going to lie and say I like or approve of everything you do. But I do love you, Gabe, and I want to be your wife," she tells me.

"Okay, we're doing this. You're going to be mine. I mean, you already are, but it's going to be legal."

"Until you get tired of me and divorce me anyway," Daisy says.

"There won't ever be the option for divorce, babe. This is a forever thing."

She smiles as she applies a heap of makeup to her face that she doesn't fucking need. I've told her more than once that she doesn't need to put anything on her face. It's perfect without all the paint. She likes it, though, so I keep my mouth shut and wait.

"Okay, how do I look?" Daisy turns around and fluffs at the fabric of her dress.

"Like a fucking angel on her way to hell," I tell her.

"Well, best make it a fun ride then, Gabrielle. Because I'm pretty sure it's a one-way ticket." She laughs, and I take hold of her hand.

"Let's go. I need to make you my wife before you come to your senses and change your mind."

"I'm never going to change my mind. I want to be your wife, Gabe," she says.

Daisy and I sit in front of Judge Greg's desk as he points to where we need to sign. There's no exchange of vows or anything like that. Just a sign here and here. We each scrawl our names across the paper and the judge declares us married.

As soon as we're back in the car, I turn and face her. "I love you. I promise to always put you first. To always love you above all else. I promise to be faithful and loyal to you. I will be your shoulder when you need to cry. I will be your friend when you need to talk, and I will be your protector when you need protection. I promise that I will do everything in my power to be everything you could possibly need and want, Daisy De Bellis."

"I love you, Gabrielle De Bellis. I promise to be yours, completely and wholly yours. I promise to be your confidant, your best friend. I promise to always be by your side, through the good times and the bad. I promise to always be your cheerleader. I'll always fight for you, for us, and I promise to never give up. I promise to love you until my last breath," Daisy says.

"Mrs De Bellis, what do you say to going home and consummating this marriage?" I ask her.

"I think that's possibly one of the best ideas you've ever had, Mr De Bellis."

"The best idea I've ever had was making you my wife," I tell her, and quickly decide that simply going home isn't enough. So I drive over to the Four Seasons. Daisy deserves more than a courtroom and a signed piece of paper. And I will make sure she gets it.

"What are we doing here?" Daisy asks.

"We're celebrating. We just got married. We can't just go home. Come on." I step out of the car and hand the valet the keys before grabbing Daisy's hand and walking up to the reception desk. "I want the best room you have," I tell the hostess while passing her my black card.

"Ah, sure thing, Mister… De Bellis." The woman's eyes widen as she reads my name. Then her head pops up to look at me. "The best we have is ten thousand a night," she says.

"I'll take it. Two nights," I tell her.

"Gabe, that's ridiculous. We don't have to do this," Daisy whispers.

"We are doing this," I say as I take the keys from the hostess and lead Daisy over to the lift. Swiping the keycard across the panel, I hit the P button that takes us up to the penthouse.

"Oh my god!" Daisy spins around when we enter the foyer. "This is insane."

"It is." I grin.

"It's also too much. Ten grand a night, Gabe, really?"

"Baby, ten grand is pocket change for us. You should probably get used to that," I suggest.

Daisy shakes her head. "Just because you have it doesn't mean you have to waste it."

"It's not wasting anything. This is the first night of the rest of our lives, Daisy. I'm not just taking you home. You deserve to be wined and dined. You deserve an actual wedding and a big party." I wrap my arms around her waist and tug her against my chest.

"I don't need all that. I just need you," she says.

"I want to give you everything."

"You could start by giving me one of those orgasms you're so good at," Daisy hums, before she steps back, pulls her dress over her head, and drops it to the floor.

"I'll gladly give you those every day forever," I tell her while undoing my tie. "Do you trust me, Daisy?"

"Yes," she replies without hesitation.

"Good. Come here." I crook my finger, and Daisy slowly steps closer to me. "Hold out your hands." Once again, she complies without hesitation. "If at any point you get uncomfortable and want to stop, tell me," I say. "I don't want you to do anything that you're not comfortable doing." I wrap the tie around her wrists in front of her body before pulling her towards the bedroom. I glance around and find exactly what I'm looking for against the back of the door. A hook. "You good?" I ask as I secure the tie to that same hook.

"I'm okay," she says. "I trust you, Gabe."

"Fuck, I love you." My eyes travel the length of her body as I step back and slowly remove my jacket, then my vest. I unclip my cufflinks and set them on the bedside table.

"I've seen you move quicker, Gabe," Daisy says.

"Perhaps I'm just enjoying the view of my wife," I tell her.

"Your wife isn't getting any younger over here," she counters, and I laugh.

"Don't worry, Daisy, I'll still be fucking you just as good when we're seventy."

"Let's hope so."

My shirt hits the floor before I toe out of my shoes. I don't know how I got so fucking lucky to score this woman, but I do know I'm never going to take her for granted. I'm going to worship her every day for the rest of our lives. Just us, unless she changes her mind on the whole having kids thing.

If she does, I'll fill her with so many we'll need a damn bus.

"I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, baby," I tell Daisy as my palms cup her naked breasts.

"Mmm, you always do."

"You know, I've often wondered what it'd be like to fuck my wife." My hands travel down to her panties. Then I drop to my knees in front of her as I slide the lace along her legs. "I'm going to tattoo my name on your cunt," I tell her.

"That's a hard no, Gabe." Daisy shakes her head.

"It's mine. You're my wife. If I want my name on your cunt, I'm putting it there."

"Fine. I'll tattoo my name on your dick then," she fires back.

"I'm game." I shrug. I'm not afraid of a little pain. Especially if it's for her.

Before Daisy can respond, I lift her right leg and rest it over my shoulder. Her pussy glistens at me. I want a photo. I won't take one because I'm not an idiot. I know how easy it is to hack into someone's phone, and I'm not risking anyone else getting a look at my wife's cunt.

My tongue runs along the outside of her lips. Daisy moves her hips, trying to get my mouth closer to where she wants it. Where she needs it. I chuckle as I shift to the other side and repeat the process.

"Gabe, please…" she begs.