matriomony

**Savannah**

My wedding is today. This will be my only wedding. I will be Mrs.Vitale. Savannah Vitale.

Married. I'm getting married in fifteen minutes I'm fighting not to pass the fuck out.

"If you mess up that make up, I will mess your face up permanently."

I laugh, fighting back tears. I have no one. No father, no mother, no siblings. I have no blood family.

"Are you ready piccola?"

I nod, and take Niccoló's arm. My new big brother. Usually, Niccolò was more of a silent figure in the background but now, he's my brother.

He's kind, sweet, considerate, funny. He's protective, and he treats me like the little sister he never had. Which includes annoying me.

But I love it.

The wedding march plays and I take breath a deep in. Push it out.

"You ready to do this?" Niccoló asks me.

"Yeah. I am."

"Then let's get you married."

We walk down the aisle. I keep my eyes on Luciano. He looks like he wants to faint. From hm beauty or champagne? I don't know.

But I know seeing that sweet smile, the one he only give me, it makes this wedding a happy occasion.

He takes my hand, his eyes watering.

"Are you crying you big baby?" I whisper teasingly, as the priest drones in Italian.

He glares ay me. "It's just lightening. Shut up and marry me."

The priest looks at me to.

"I do."

A few moments later, he's swooping me for a kiss. I fall into it, falling for it.

I really will remember this day.

I know I would.

"You know I'm never letting you go right?"

I smile and kiss him. "I know."

And for once, being with a man, being with him didn't feel like a cage. I didn't feel caged I felt free.

We headed to the reception, which, was perfect. There were white roses on every table. The venue was classy and so was the decorating.

We cut the cake, got a plate and sat down.

"Married huh?"

"Seems so."

A lull falls between us.

"Do you regret it? I will..."

"I know you will."

I knew he would do anything for me. That e would die for me, kill for me.

He would gladly take a bullet for me. I just didn't expect to be this literal, this soon.

One second we're stealing kisses, the next we're dodging bullets. Well they'll be no shortage of excitement in a life with Luciano Vitale.

Gun men start firing randomly. He's not even shooting at us.

Suddenly on the floor, and Luciano follows, hi blood staining my white dress.

That blood may never come out.

"Baby? Luciano? You okay?"

Managing a weak smile, he cups my face. I don't cry. No, I... Do. I cried. Fine.

"You're okay. Just stay here for a second. You gotta leave before the cops get here."

I rip my beautiful gorgeous expensive dress, take one of my guns out of the on of the holsters strapped to my thigh.

I kinda fingered something like this would happen.

There are three visible gunmen, but there's a sniper somewhere. That's what was aimed at me. A snipe.

Unless the turned invisible, and happened to be spider man it wasn't the mood. Then I remembered.

Deena took out two of the gun men.

Niccoló the other four.

Sons of bitches.

I went after the snipe. After all who expects a bride to be packing? He fled, he didn't see me pull that gun.

Which means he doesn't know nor suspect have one.

"Help! Someone help!"

The snipe emerges from behind the building.

I gun him down immediately.

He's alive though. He ruined my wedding day and my dress.

No, he has to have a long, painful death.

Two of our SUV's roll up as the ambulance starts wailing. Niccolò is struggling to drag him.

"Hurry!"

I wave on of the drivers out of the car

"Help Niccolò get Luciano in the car. There's a doctor in there, right?"

He nods.

I go to drag my unconscious spoils. Trying to drag him now, would be dumb. Instead I make multiple cuts on his body, that will enough blood will be lost and he'll stay passed out for a few hours. He's bound and gagged in the trash can so....

Then I hugged up and talk to the police as I silently signal the truck with my newly wed and shot husband, to go back to the Estate.

"What's your name and date of both ma'am? I turn on the water works, feigning shock. I've done this so manny times I can fake it.

"Ma'am? Ma'am! She's going into shock. Get her to the hospital, I added convulsions for guaranteed hospital admission.

It'll take me some time to break out of here, and hopefully they don't confiscate my guns. Or knives. Or keys.

At least my husband won't be found life in the Pent.