CHAPTER SIX

ARIES

It was pretty easy to talk her into marrying me when I threatened her brothers. I knew they were close but within five minutes of talking to her, I realized there was nothing she wouldn't do to save them.

"Time to go, Princess."

She rolls her eyes as she stands, "Do you really have to keep calling me that?"

I grin, "You're right. Wife fits you better."

Dalia groans as I walk around the table and place my arm around her, "We wouldn't want you to get any stupid ideas like running and endangering your family, would we?"

I hold her close to me as we walk out to my car, my driver, Andre jumps out and opens the back door for us. I let her get in before I slide in beside her.

Handing her a drink, she quietly whispers, "Thank you."

For a moment it pisses me off that her asshole brothers haven't taught her better than this. You never take a drink from a man you don't know. There could be something in it. In fact, there is. Was it completely necessary? Maybe not but it will make her much easier to get along with, and less likely to run from me screaming.

The drug I gave her isn't to knock her out. It'll simply make her more likely to not fight me, although tomorrow she may, when she may not remember everything that happens tonight. It's my family's drug, Hilo, named after the god of flight because one hit of it and you'll be flying. Unlike Rohypnol it won't cause her to forget everything that happens tonight, although her memory may be spotty for a day or two. Hilo tends to bring out the natural personality although exaggerated. If someone is generally a happy person, they get really happy. So I'm hoping she's not deep down a moody bitch, because my plan may completely backfire.

Time is of the essence, so the first thing we did after we landed was head to the chapel. Dalia has had a few drinks on top of the Hilo so she's loosening up nicely, although maybe too much. She stares at me while we sign in at the Love Fest, the chapel of her choosing.

"Dalia," I say to her, "Pay attention to the man."

Her giggle is instant and infectious, "I can't help it. You're really hot, Aries. Not just good looking or attractive. But hot. Melt your panties hot."

Jesus Christ. If she keeps talking like that, I'll rip the panties off that gorgeous body. Clearing my throat I say to the man, Stephen with a British accent, in front of me, "Sorry. My fiancé doesn't get out much."

He nods at me, "Not a problem, mate."

Pointing to the doorway, he instructs us, "You'll go down the hall, make a right at the end, your chapel is called The Quickie."

I arch an eyebrow at him because we're in Vegas, aren't they all quickies?

With a chuckle, he explains, "The rooms are based on the packages, and you said you wanted quick."

I nod, yeah that's what I said, "Alright. The Quickie it is. Thank you."

Turning to Dalia, I find that she's gone. I begin to panic, but surely she didn't run. Stephen points to the back of the store where they have shit you can buy.

I go over to her and am more than a little speechless. She stands in front of a mirror holding the crappiest bouquet of fake flowers, and wearing a fucking plastic tiara with a veil.

"Can we get this?"

Narrowing my gaze at her, I growl, "No. Let's go."

I grab her arm and she stares at me with those goddamn green eyes that have me stuck to the floor as she says, "Please. I'll pay for it. I want something special."

This would be the time to fucking remind her that she doesn't need anything special, because this is a temporary marriage. Once I get my sister, it's done. So why can't I? Why do I find myself gazing back and agreeing to what she wants, as ridiculous as it is, under one stipulation.

"In ten minutes I'll be your husband, I'll pay."

Placing her hands on her hips, with the flowers in her one hand, she sasses me, "I have money."

I smirk at her, "I know you do. As long as this marriage lasts, I pay."

Leaning down, I growl in her ear, "And watch your tone with me, Princess. I will bend you over right here and spank your ass until you won't be able to walk down the aisle without assistance."

Fuck. That sweet little gasp and wide eyes make my cock hard as a rock. Sliding my hand into her hair, I wrap it around my fist, "You're going to be so much fucking trouble, aren't you, Princess?"

With a defiant expression on her face, she smiles wickedly, "Oh you have no idea."

Releasing her hair, I grab her arm, "Let's pay for your shit."

We walk back to the cashier to pay for her veil and flowers. I grab my wallet and when I look up, the fucker is eyefucking her. I toss the cash on the counter, and reach out and grab him by the throat, "We are in a wedding chapel, and she's clearly taken. I suggest you take your eyes off my wife, before I gouge them out with a goddamn spoon."

After releasing him, I take her arm, pull her out of the little shop while Stephen coughs and sputters.

As we walk down the hallway, she mouths off once again, "Awfully possessive for a man marrying me by blackmail."

I grab her by the shoulders and push her up against the wall, "Let me explain something to you, Princess. You may be married to me for a short time but while you are, you are fucking mine. I will not have other men ogling what belongs to me." Dragging my thumb down her cheek, I whisper in her ear, "That's right, baby. Mine."

She whimpers softly, her warm breath fanning my neck, her lips touch my skin and while I know it wasn't intentional, it fills me with a need so intense, I brush my lips over hers. A moan escapes from her and I know if I don't get to that chapel, I'm going to fuck her right here in this hallway and Stephen will probably watch, then I'll have to kill him, and I don't have time right now.

"Yep, panties melting," she says with a sigh, and when I look at her with surprise she slaps her hand over her mouth as her cheeks turn bright red.

I place my arm around her as we walk through the doors to the chapel, "I knew it. You are trouble."

She breaks into a fit of giggles as a lady approaches us, and tells us we can walk down the aisle in a moment.

Turning toward me, she messes with her hair and veil, "Do I look okay?"

I try to keep a straight face but end up chuckling, "Yes, Wife. You look gorgeous, the plastic tiara really completes your outfit."

Dalia reaches her hand up and places it on my cheek, as she looks at me like she's amazed, "So you can smile. You should do it more often because you're very handsome when you smile."

Her fingers drop to the corner of my mouth, "This lopsided grin, it's very sexy, Aries. If you smiled more, you might not have to force women to marry you."

Feigning an angry expression, I narrow my eyes at her, "Trouble."

Again she giggles as she removes her hand from my face which I want to force her to put back, but we're interrupted by the lady who tells us it's our turn. The sound system starts playing, I Can't Help Falling In Love, she loops her arm in mine as we walk to the altar covered with more fake flowers, red and white roses. It was odd that she asked if it was possible to get dahlias but they told her no, she looked sad for a moment but quickly shrugged it off.

We stand in front of the minister, who thankfully is not dressed as Elvis, and he clears his throat before speaking.

She watches me with an intense expression as I say my vows, "I take you, Dalia De Luca, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward; for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, so long as we both shall live."

Dalia stands in front of me, holding the crappy flowers in one hand, her other in mine trembles, as she repeats my words, "I take you, Aries Lombardi, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward; for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, so long as we both shall live."

I'm struck by how stunning she looks, I take every inch of her in, and somehow she even makes the plastic fucking tiara look good. Paired with the white sleeveless dress that falls to just above her knee that she chose to wear for tonight, she looks like a bride. All I can think is, ‘mine.'