Mine

chapter nineteen

Niccolo Basille (Saint)

M y wife did an amazing job planning this wedding. We’re in one of the private rooms at Salv’s restaurant. Tiffany, Mira, and the wedding planner came last night and decorated the place.

White wisteria and ivy wrap around the rafters along with the white silk curtains. Candelabras are the centerpiece of each table. The white and black color scheme is spread out through all the decorations. It is absolutely beautiful.

“Was it all worth it?” Mason, my best man, asks in my ear as he stands beside me up at the altar.

I turn to him and smile. When I first told my brothers of my plans, they thought I was insane. Truthfully, I am. Did I go too far for Tiffany? Probably. Changing her birth control to placebos might have been pushing it. However, touching her stomach every night knowing my first born is growing inside her has proven well worth the trouble.

From the moment I first saw her, I knew she would be mine. Getting to know her this past year has made me fall in love with her. However, that night she came to my office, sealed her fate. I’ll never let her go. Death himself will be the only reason I’ll ever walk away from her.

Turning to my brother, I smile. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

He shakes his head. He doesn’t agree with me, but he will soon. I turn to look at Mia sitting at the table with Nathanial Otella and his wife Albany.

Otella tips his head to me. It was one of his boys that beat the shit out of Russell. I wanted to kill him for the shit he said to Tiffany.

It took a minute for Mason to get the information of what Russell said out of Mia. I knew some shit went down that night to upset my girl, I had no idea what it was.

Mason told me I needed to keep my hands clean. I was too close to Russ and could possibly be a suspect. He called in our old friend, Otella, and he took care of it.

The music starts and my attention goes directly to the back doors. My heart starts to race. I never thought I’d be nervous watching the love of my life walking down the aisle to me.

The doors open and Mira and Kaz walk down the aisle arm and arm. They part when they get to us and go their separate ways. The doors open again, and Salv walks in. He tosses some flowers out in front of him. The room starts to laugh.

I thought Tiffany was joking when she asked could Salv be her flower girl. I really didn’t expect for his ass to agree to it.

Salv dances down the aisle tossing flowers as he goes. He stops every few steps and throws roses up in the air to fall over his head.

“I swear he never takes anything serious,” Mason grumbles behind me.

I laugh because he’s right.

“He’s been practicing this for weeks,” Kaz adds causing me and Mason to laugh.

Salv does a spin and tosses more flowers down.

“Salvito, hurry the fuck up,” I finally say once I’ve grown tired of his antics.

Everyone in the room chuckles. Salv tosses the last few petals and comes to stand in line behind us.

This time when the doors open, the room stands, and my heart skips a beat. The song changes to So Amazing by Luther Vandross—the song we danced to that one night.

My throat starts to burn, and my eyes go blurry.

“If you cry, I’ll never let you live it down,” Mason whispers to me.

“Fuck you. I don’t care.”

When my girl walks into view, a single tear falls from my eyes. She looks absolutely stunning. It feels like it takes forever for her and her father to make it down the aisle to me. I didn’t realize I’d taken a step toward her until Mason places a hand on my shoulder.

“Be patient, Saint.”

I shrug his hand off me and tug at my suit jacket, composing myself. The moment her father stops her in front of me, everything in the room disappears. My eyes focus only on her.

I’m not a good man. I’ve killed more people than I can count. My resorts are successful, but it’s not my main source of income. I have my hands in so much illegal shit they should be painted red. I’ve done some awful things to get what I want, including the shit I did for her. I don’t deserve this beautiful angel standing in front of me, but I can’t give her up now.

The preacher starts speaking but I’m too hypnotized by her eyes to hear him. I say my appropriate responses and so does she. I even bow my head when I’m told to. However, all I can think about is the fact I’m marrying my person. The woman made for me.

Tiffany mouths the words I love you, and it takes everything in me to not say fuck this wedding and take her to our private jet. I have plans to fuck her the entire flight to my private island.

It catches me off guard when she reaches out toward me. I realized just in time what caught her eye. On the white rose pinned to my suit is a single drop of blood. I grab her hand and place a kiss on her palm before bringing it back down in front of us. I thought about changing the flower, but I figured it’s only fitting to have a piece of Marcus at our wedding. Besides, it’s all thanks to him that I even got her to desire me.