EPILOGUE

brAXTON

TWO WEEKS LATER

I take Gianna's hand and we walk up the steps to city hall.

I'm getting married today.

To a fucking mafia princess.

Her father's death didn't change much. Her mother has been hounding her, saying Leo Baldoni is demanding they marry.

Well, that would be a no.

I honestly didn't care when we did it, but once the pressure came on, I was determined to put a ring on it and marry the woman I love.

She glances up at me and grins.

"Happy?" I smile.

"Yes. Very." She squeezes my hand.

"Aww, this is so romantic." Mia squeals behind us. "And the dress looks amazing."

"I can't believe we found it off the shelf," Gianna says.

"Let's just do this without gunfire and shit," Connor says, tugging on his suit jacket.

I grin at Mack, Decker, and Nathan, who are flanking us.

We walk into the courtroom, and when the security guard sees us, we're called up.

"Please don't let me give birth," Isabella says as she takes a seat and Decker puts his arm around her.

He gives me a hurry up look and obviously he's just as concerned.

These men have become a big part of my life. Connor offered me a job working for him and we are yet to work out exactly what that looks like, but I said yes.

Between creating a home for Gianna and me, and ensuring Amy is okay, it's been a huge two weeks.

Then the insistent and frankly abusive messages from Angela Baldassare demanding that Gianna return home and marry the Baldoni heir made me snap.

A week ago, I got her a ring, proposed on the Love Bridge in Central Park, and apologized silently to all the residents when Gianna screeched out, "Yes!"

Best moment of my fucking life.

Except this one.

She's draped in a fitted white gown with her dark hair up. Bright red lips and big dark lashes.

My Italian princess.

"I do." Gianna grins, her glossy, unshed, happy tears making me do the same.

"Same," I say, and the Dark Kings chuckle around me. "Yes. I do."

Fuck. Whatever. I just want her to be my wife.

Marry us already.

We plan to have another ceremony with my family, but it was too dangerous to have anyone else here. So, we will keep this one under wraps. To not hurt their feelings.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the officiant says.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Ashford," Mia says and tosses confetti as we walk outside.

I turn and pull Gianna into my arms, lifting her off her feet and kissing her fiercely.

"I love you." She giggles.

"I love you, wife."

"Shit." Connor curses, and I lower Gianna to the ground, and we all turn to look at him.

"What's up?" Mack asks, stepping closer.

"Dante Baldassare has been seen." Connor looks up and glances between Gianna and me. "He's still in the United States."

Gianna reaches for my hand.

"Looks like you have your first assignment," he adds.

Oh great.

Nothing like hunting down your wife's brother.

And the man you owe your life to.

Thanks Connor.

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