Chapter Twelve

When we pull up to the venue, I'm a little perplexed. Pissed is the better word as I try to fight this irrational pull toward Stella. Given the forced nature of the ceremony and all, I'm surprised Baker's trying to make this actually appear legitimate. Maybe he's looking for real investors. We'll be taking a list of RVSPs so I'm aware of who welcomed this union, although Gracie and Gabe are making moves as we speak to stop guests from entering the church.

Adriano and I step up to Tommy's door and barge in. "Hello, Tommy. I hear you're getting married," I say, dressed in my best suit. His mouth falls open in pure shock, giving himself a triple chin and nearly suffocating himself with his bowtie.

Staring at this man, I do my best to hide my disgust at the poorly fitted suit. Couldn't he have had it tailored to fit since he has my money and is attempting to marry an angel?

My men have already put my plan in motion. Tommy doesn't know what's coming, but it won't be him. My men are all waiting in the wings for what I have planned. Her stepfather's fate will be delayed, but Tommy's will soon come. The thought of him putting his mouth on my woman is enough to send me over the edge. I could slit his throat now, but his presence is required for this next part.

Has he seen her after I had my first taste? Did he enjoy her scent now tainted with mine? Well, it won't matter because he won't get that close to touching her again.

"Yes. You didn't get my invite?" he finally chokes out, grabbing his collar and stretching it for air. Air that will soon leave his body after I've enjoyed tormenting him.

"No. Somehow, I didn't. I didn't even get a call to ask if I'd received it. Strange. I thought we were friends, Tommy." I knew it wasn't true, considering the man is late on my money.

"Must have been an oversight by the wedding planner and my bride. She can be a little absentminded." My ass. The poor girl doesn't have a say in how she fucking breathes. Interesting how his lies can come out so effortlessly when he thinks he's safe here.

"Mistakes like that can happen," I answer, letting my perturbed mood show, although he doesn't know why.

"I understand that I still owe the money, but can we…"

"We can discuss that matter later. It's a wedding day," I say with a smirk, clapping my hand on his shoulder.

"Please do join us for the ceremony. It will be starting soon. My bride is getting ready as we speak." Although I already knew it, the thought perturbed me.

"Oh, she is?" I'm seething internally, even if my expression doesn't give away an ounce of my tension. The idea of her preparing to marry another man pisses me off so badly that I want to snap his neck right on the spot, but he deserves more than a quick death.

"Yes, but you know women. She'll probably just be finished as the music begins to play."

I chuckle because there will be no bridal march. "I can't stay, but I must meet her and wish her congratulations. Please escort me to her room. I'll be quick." He's hesitant but knows that I'm not asking. This isn't a request.

We take the stairs, and unlike him, my guards are trained killers. He has no idea what lies ahead. My men stay alert. Rocco and Adriano move in step behind me, ready for my plan to be in action. The wedding doesn't start for another hour so most of the guests haven't even arrived, and those who have are being escorted out with the knowledge that the bride has developed cold feet and has called off the wedding.

As they are quietly being removed, her stepfather is in his dressing room getting hammered with one of my guards watching. He is too poor to hire his own guards, and Tommy's have already been dispatched. Stella's stepsister is in the room with her, which is a precarious situation that will soon be rectified. I don"t trust that bitch armed with a piece of paper in front of Stella. She'd try to give her a paper cut.

Knock, Knock.Tommy bangs his fat knuckles on the door with his pinky ring, scuffing the wooden surface. "One minute."

I stand off to the side with my back to the door so her evil stepsister can't recognize me. "I need to see Stella," Tommy says.

"She's not in her dress, so that's cool. Although not that it matters. The dumb bitch doesn't have a chance and you're her only choice." She steps out and heads down the hall to where her father's getting wasted.

It's rare that a female ends up on the radar for disposal, but Camille has crossed a line. She drugged Rocco, and the tests proved it. He'd been high as a kite and under her influence, so dealing with her demise is something he wants to handle personally. She nearly cost him his life, and he is pissed. After what she said about Stella, there is no love lost where they are concerned. She has to go.

I turn around, following Tommy into her dressing room. Gouging his eyes out is going to be fun.

"Stella, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine." She has her back to us, clad in a beautiful, silky white robe that does little to hide her sensuously round bottom and slender back. Even from this view, she's gorgeous and way out of this fucker's league. My body's reaction is instant, and I can't wait to peel it off her. Fuck me. I'm hard just staring at her slight frame and perfect curves.

"If he's a friend of yours, he's not worth meeting," she says with much venom, deepening my arousal. I'm proud of her.

"You little bitch," Tommy snarls, lunging forward, but Adriano has him with his hands behind his back before he can go after my woman. Tommy yelps like a little bitch.

"Now, is that any way to speak to an angel?" She gasps and turns around. Her eyes widen at the sight of me with her hand going to her chest. Immediately my eyes glue to the fucking bullshit ring on her finger. It's the first time I've seen it on her, and a new, profound rage I hadn't expected to feel courses through my veins.

"Mr. Valentino," she says, eyes wide in shock as if she hadn't expected to see me.

"You're asking for that spanking, Stella." She wants to pretend we're not on more familiar terms. Does she think this bastard is somehow more powerful than me? Or he has some way to keep her from me?

"That's no way to speak to my fiancée, Mr. Valentino." I whip my head around in a flash and stare at him like he's nuts.

"That's ten," I breathe out through clenched teeth as I backhand the bastard.

"What are you doing here? I told you I was getting married," she says, emphasizing that last bit, adding fuel to the fire of my rage.

"Eleven." My teeth are clenched tighter than my fists at the moment.

She tilts her pretty head, eyes questioning. "Eleven?"

I stalk toward my bride, watching her move back toward the settee. "Yes—the times that someone reminded me that he made a deal to buy your hand. Frankly, nobody tells me something I don't like to hear more than once." I turn to him and glare. "Everyone knows that."

When I look back at my bride in her white robe, it only amplifies the fact that she was hours from letting him take her to his bed. "See, I warned you what would happen if you ran. Now, see, we have a serious problem… you're looking good… except for this." I take her hand in mine and yank off the fake diamond, tossing that shit across the room and watching it shatter on the floor.

She gasps and looks up into my eyes. I cup her face, brushing a few strands of loose hair away from her eyes. "See? It's a piece of shit, baby girl. He bought you with my money and couldn't even spoil you with it."

"Your money?" she gasps, rose-red lipstick marring her puffy lips—the pretty mouth that should be wrapped around my cock, pleasing me daily like I woke up this morning dreaming about. My balls ache to feel her gagging on my length until I spend down her throat.

I grasp her chin, staring into her eyes. "Yes. He borrowed my money to buy you. Do you know what that means?" Of course, even if she doesn't, it won't matter because she is mine.

She shakes her head without freeing herself from my hold. "That means you're mine."

"No, it doesn't," Tommy growls from his tied-up state in the corner of the room, like he has a voice in this situation. He wants to act tough, but there are thirteen-year-old kids that have lived on the street with more balls than this fucker.

I ignore the bastard because he doesn't matter. "It means I get to finish what we started."

"Started?" he questions with a sense of betrayal in his voice. I almost crack up laughing at his response.

She shakes her head, but the look in her eyes tells me otherwise. She looks over to Tommy and I snarl, feeling irrationally more jealous than a motherfucker. There's no reason for it because I know she doesn't want to marry him, but still, she's deferring to him.

Gracie told me what was in Stella's wedding bag, and that unsettled me. My girl is planning to kill herself if she has to go through with the wedding, so this pussy has nothing on me. Gracie said she played it off as a joke, but we both knew that shit wasn't. It takes more courage to die than live a life of brutality. Not that I'd ever let that happen. My job is to bring her pleasure, and we're going to do it while tormenting her tormentors. Even though I'm no good for her, it's better than losing such an angel on this earth.

"Mouth, now," I growl. She shakes her head as she licks her lips. "You either kiss me now, or I'll make you drop to your knees and suck me off right in front of this asshole. Do you want that? Do you want him to see you please me?" Her chest heaves through the silky material, eyes filled with a wicked light. I grip her hair, pulling on her updo. "Do you want him to watch as you get on your knees and wrap those red lips around my thick fucking cock?" She parts those plump beauties, gasping, slamming her silky thighs closed. That's what I want to see.

I tug on her robe, freeing it and seeing her in just a pair of lace panties and bra. Adriano, having tied up Tommy, smartly turned around. "Open up." She does, and I slide my tongue into her mouth before kissing her hard. Breaking our kiss, I smirk and kiss the tip of her nose. "Such a good girl, but I'm not satisfied, Angel."

"What do you need, Damiano?" she asks.

I grab a pillow off the settee and set it on the floor, then press on her shoulders, forcing my sexy angel down to her knees. "Free my cock, now." She looks up at me with needy blue eyes, and I can't fight how wrong this is. Claiming her in front of him is all I can think about.

"Fuck, she's mine," Tommy whines like the little bitch that he is.

"No, she's mine. I paid for her. Remember that." Blood pounds in my ears as I consider that she was what he wanted my money for. I tug on her hair a little harder, wanting to show everyone I'm still in control, but I'm hanging on by a thread.

Looking down at my angel, I command, "Suck." My cock comes out from my clothes, and she hesitantly takes me between her candy-red lips. "So damn sweet," I growl as she takes the first lollipop lick, and then she slides her mouth up and down my length, learning how to take more and more with each bob of her head. Her teeth scrape my dick, and I'm tempted to wrap my hand around her throat and see her gag. Fuck, I'm so horny.

"Damn. Don't bite me, or I'll fuck that tight hole right in front of your ex-fiancé," I snarl through the pleasure of her sensual torture.

"Oops, that's twelve," Adriano blurts out with a chuckle. The smartass is going to get a bonus for that one. Stella sucks me down, taking my cock deep down her throat, working my length over and over. A moan falls from her lips as she grows more confident. My hand slides down her chest and under the lace cup, rubbing her hardened nipple.

She moans around my cock, and I can't hold on any longer. I'm about to come when there is a knock at the door. Pulling my massive hard rod out of her hot mouth, I'm pleased to see I've ruined her lipstick. Caressing her cheek, I say, "We'll have to save this for later."

Quickly I tuck my cock back into my slacks and help my bride-to-be onto her feet, adjusting her robe back in place. I let myself get carried away when I have plans other than her blowing me in front of Baker. Once we're covered, I call Rocco and say, "Wedding bells."

"On it," he replies. I end the call and tuck my phone away.

I give Stella my attention. "A change of plans. Looks like you're still getting married today."

"I don't want to," she exclaims, glaring at me. I feel irrational anger. She's willing to marry that asshole, but not me? Well, that's tough shit because she is.

"Too late. The priest is here." Adriano holds a knife to Tommy's throat while keeping his hands tied.

"Father, please come in and marry us."

"Us?" She looks up at me in surprise. I thought I made that pretty damn clear, but maybe she wasn't sure of my intentions.

"Of course, ‘us.' Did you think I'd let you marry that scum?" Her robe slips, and I feel jealousy permeate my brain. I'm going to kill Tommy, so I don't care if he sees her in a bra, and both of my men were turned around again, so I quickly slid her robe back in place.

"Is it time for us to come into the room?" Gracie asks from the doorway.

"Yes, Hummingbird."

"Stella," she squeals. "We're going to be sisters." She hugs my bride, who awkwardly gives in to the embrace. Yeah, my sister doesn't know that I just had my angel on her knees giving me a blow job. Fuck, I'm so hard. I can't wait to get my bride alone.

"Enough. Save it for later. We need to get going." My blue balls can't wait much longer.

Tommy grunts and fights. "You can't have her."

"Keep that fucker quiet, or get him out of here."

"Okay." Andriano pulls tape out of his coat and covers Tommy's mouth to keep it shut.

"Father Santos, please continue with the ceremony." We rush through the service with my sister tucking a blue flower clip into Stella's hair, although I already have something blue—a pair of somethings.

The second we're pronounced husband and wife, I slide my ring on my wife's hand. Her eyes widened. Leaning in for her ears alone, I whisper, "This is real, and I expect you to never take it off or I'll tan your ass." The ring was a last-minute item I picked up from my father's favorite jeweler on the way. He had bought my mother so many pieces that I was guaranteed a quick turnaround with the request I made in the early morning hours after the fire, even down to the inscription. Luckily, her size is pretty standard, and it fits on her slender hand. I bring her delicate hand to my lips and kiss the piece.

I lead her out of the little chapel with my sister and Gabe arm-in-arm. Rocco will bring our other special guests who missed the ceremony, while Adriano will handle our ex-bridegroom to be handled.

"Take my sister home. We'll do dinner later to celebrate." Gabe nods, and then I lead my bride into our waiting limo. As soon as the door closes, I smile as I realize I've won. Before I can kiss her, she slaps me across the face.

My fingers wrap around her wrist to stop her next one. "What the hell was that for?"

"Do you get off on a show?" she challenges me. She would have known if I got off. My nut would have been down her throat and all over her face.

I grip her by the throat, pinning her to the back seat. "No, and the evidence is clear since you're not tasting or wearing my load, but I warned you about running away. I would have fucked you in front of everyone if I didn't want anyone seeing you naked or hearing you come."

She tips her chin, brow arched without any fear in her ocean eyes. "I came quite loudly in the club."

I chuckled and release my grip. "The place was deafening, and we were isolated."

"Sorry, I forgot you're used to your party spot."

"Enough of your shit." I lift her up on my lap and slide my fingers over her wet opening. "I'm about to fuck you right now for that smart mouth of yours. You drive me insane, woman. I never let anyone speak to me the way you do."

"He's going to come after me." She tries to look out the back window, but I turn her head to focus back on me where it should be.

"That pussy isn't going to be breathing soon." I don't want to talk about any of this when I have the most beautiful creature in the world in my arms and half naked.

"What?" she gasps, pressing her hand to her sexy mouth that I want back on me.

"I told you; no one gets away with disrespecting me." I run my hand up her bruised arm.

"You're going to kill him?"

"Yes, and your stepfather too."

"Who are you?"

"You married a real mafioso, not like those fucks you lived with. Tommy was a businessman with a complex and no ambition. Now—enough talk about that. I want my wife to come here and let me show her all the pleasure she was begging for." My mouth lands on hers. At first she's hesitant, fighting it, and then she calms down, melting into it as her body relaxes. Her kisses deepen, and as my tongue slips inside her mouth, she clings to me.

I want to fucking breed her in the back of the vehicle, but I'll wait until we're in our bed. Hell, if my sister hadn't been at the wedding, I would have kicked everyone out and fucked my woman right on the settee for good measure.