Chapter 96

EPILOGUE.

CHRISTIAN VITELLO VOLKOV.

“Christ, why do things like these happen to me?”

Nico snickers before I even reach the fucking door and if he thinks I'm walking the other way because of his little pity party then he's got another thing coming.

I just shoved a chloroform-soaked handkerchief over Yan's mouth, I'm not above doing the same to Nico if it comes to it.

No use lying but taking out Yan even for a few hours makes my already heated blood tingle.

I hate Yan. Every time I see him, he's near what's mine and I can't kill him.

Why? Because my kids like him.

An even upsetting why? Because my woman would kick me out of the house if I killed Yan.

Tightening my cuff links, reaching to the room that's being guarded by Nico, I shoot him a glare and Nico stands tall undeterred.

“I can't let you in boss”, Nico warns, his voice adopting a wary edge that knows I will and - emphasis on the ‘will’ part - knock his teeth out if it means going through that door.

I grin.

“Step out of the way, Nico, or I move you.”

This time I'm not smiling. The gun holstered behind my back sure as fuck isn't either.

“Nothing personal, boss but I have strict orders not to let you in.”

“Strict orders? Who's your boss?”

“You.”

“Who pays for each one of your screwups every day of the week?”

“You.”

“Who paid for your mother's colonoscopy?”

“Boss, you've gotta understand. They have reasons for not wanting you inside.”

“Since when have you ever listened to reason, Nico?”

He never does.

Whether I get lost on an island for decades and come back, Nico remains Nico.

A headache who's relentless in not following the rules.

“Alright. I give up. I'm done. The door is yours. Frankly speaking, I don't even know why they chose me to do this gig.”

Nico steps away from the door but not before I adjust his bowtie and smack his cheek lightly.

“Check on Yan and when he wakes up, I want you both to guard this door for one hour or so once I'm alone with Alessandra. You understand me?”

“Yes boss”, Nico grits.

I don't waste a second in opening the door before splotchy pink hogs my eyesight, women's perfumes hit my nostrils and almost eight pairs of eyes gaze at me like I just poured acid over their faces.

My eyes are on one woman and woman only.

“No! No! You have strict orders not to show your face here before the wedding! Get out, Christian!” Cat, who's dressed in a satin pastel pink dress, walks over to me angrily.

I close the door behind me, locking myself in a room that smells like cotton candy or some shit with a spritz of lavender.

I know who smells of lavender though and she looks ravishing right now.

“I told Jett, Nico and Yan were weak. You owe me a hundred bucks, Thena”, Brenda scoffs.

The ball of fury in the form of my five-foot-something sister grabs my right arm but she is hopeless in dragging me away.

No one is dragging me away from this room.

“Seeing the bride before the actual wedding is considered bad luck”, Athena speaks, like I give a shit about luck and voodoo nonsense.

“No seriously boss, you have to leave. We can't have you here while we do the finishing touches on the bride.”

I look at Alessandra Vitello Volkov and feel my heart in my fucking throat.

Finishing touches?

Chris, she's pretty.

Her blonde hair is styled in some sort of way that looks like a ponytail but classier, a few flowers are used as pins to hold said hair in place but her dress, her face, that slit that's showing the expanse of her right thigh?

She's killing me here.

“Nooo. Don't even think about it, Christian. You are walking out of here and pretending you didn't see anything. You are going back to the church you came from and standing at the end of the aisle like how a good groom should behave. Waiting for your bride like a normal—.”

“Normal is overrated”, I cut Cat’s words off and the glare she throws me feels like a clean blade slicing my neck at one go.

“Okay since this isn't working. Lex? Tell him to leave. I know he'll listen to you at least.”

My eyes lock with the Blondie in the most gorgeous wedding dress I have seen for a while.

She looks like a goddess out to seduce the gods and the men alike.

She looks divine I almost pity that creamy milky skin because tonight? I'll fill every inch of it with my marks and hickeys.

I dare her.

I dare her to listen to Catelina.

I dare her to kick me out.

Blondie bites her bottom lip, the one coated with shiny and bloody red lipstick.

“Can you give us a minute?”

There's my girl.

“What?” Thena exclaims.

“You owe me an additional fifty bucks, Thena”, Brenda adds.

Cat is on the verge of pulling her hair out when she says, “Lex, we talked about this!”

“He’s here and I… we need a minute, Cat. Just a minute.”

It will be more than a minute. I know that. My wife knows that. The whole room might know that too.

Cat walks to the bed, takes her purse before she turns to me, ”That makeup took almost three hours. Don't you dare ruin it.”

Then she and her pink-clad groupie walk out of the room.

I don't waste a minute in crossing the distance between me and my wife and taking her lips in mine.

She reacts to me in instant, her body becoming pliable in my arms, her lips parting for me to devour and I devour them alright.

I devour them like a hungry man.

“You… said you would stay away”, she moans.

I bite her lip, smudging that red lipstick like a maniac.

“You knew I wouldn't.”

“I still expected you to behave.”

“This is me behaving after you left without giving me your cunt for breakfast.”

“Christian…”, her palms hold my cheeks as our lips part and our eyes meet.

I take one of her hands kissing it.

“Yes, baby?”

“We can't ruin this dress.”

“Is that an invitation to ruin you?”

“I'm serious, Christian.”

“And I'm serious about fucking you and letting you walk down that aisle with my come dripping out of your cunt.”

She chuckles, her cleavage moving along with the action.

I want to suck those boobs so bad it almost physically pains me not to.

“You're a menace you know that?”

“If that means I get to eat out my cunt then a menace I am. What do you say, tesoro?”

My thumb runs along her bottom lip and she takes it into her hot mouth watching me while she sucks.

When she's had her fill and my dick is straining against my pants, Sunshine levels me with a sultry gaze.

“I'm blaming the pregnancy hormones if we arrive late at our own wedding.”

“Sure.”

The truth of the matter is, a pregnant Alessandra Volkov craves sex the way humans crave air.

I came here because I knew she wouldn't last long before she started feeling that cunt throbbing for her husband.

I'll fuck her to get her through the wedding.

As soon as the wedding is done, I'm sure as hell not waiting for the reception part.

I'm taking my wife, driving her to our honeymoon and spending the next month sinking in all her holes.

I'm a menace. But I'm a bloody menace when it comes to her only.

***

ALESSANDRA VITELLO VOLKOV.

It's a surprise I'm still standing, given the way my pussy is throbbing at the sight of my handsome hubby. Or the way I can literally feel his come sliding slickly between my legs.

Maximo and Demetri stand behind my husband in well-tailored groomsmen suits. Both men looking at the woman in the front row I'm assuming to be Cat.

“A black dress? It's a nice choice”, my mother coos.

I would tell her that I've been planning this wedding the opposite way the first wedding was planned so that nothing bad happens to me, Christian, our kids or anyone else here but I fear that might come out a little superstitious on my part.

“It represents me and him. In a way, we stand out in a crowd. The trauma, our past, our love itself. And I just realized standing out is not a bad thing. In fact standing out is what makes me and him, Mom and I wouldn't trade that for the world.”

“I have a feeling he won't either”, mom chuckles.

We both gaze at the man standing impatiently while his eyes linger on me with every step and every single expression on my face.

He looks so handsome.

I want to chuckle when Ethan and Liam wrap themselves around his legs and my man doesn't fall let alone falter in watching me.

By the time I reach the end of the aisle, Christian's hand interlocks with mine as he pulls me up the few steps so I can stand beside him.

“Mommy is pretty”, Liam claps. The whole church bursts into laughter.

A second later, Athena walks to the altar to take away Liam and Ethan.

Liam agrees but Ethan…

“I want to stay with Mommy.”

Christian looks down at Ethan with humored brows.

“What did we say about today, kid?”

“Mommy is yours today and Lee and I will have her for the rest of our lives.”

“That's it. Anything else?”

“We can all play after mommy goes on vacation.”

“Good boy. Now go to Aunt Thena.”

“Yes, daddy.”

I see a surge of pride litter his eyes while he watches our boys run back to their sister who's seated at the front row with the rest of the family.

By the time the priest asks the million dollar question, my heart is already singing a ‘yes, yes, a million times yes.’

Christian doesn't give me a yes instead.

He gives me…

“Soon as I saw her, I knew I was going to have to make her mine, ladies and gentlemen. You'd be crazy not to marry a woman who shoots you in the neck while also trying to protect you.

The Padre here would attest to what we already know about love. That love is patient, love is kind, love endures…

I have never been patient with this woman, a single day of my life. She threatens to leave me and I turn into a madman chasing after her like a rabid motherfuck–

Most times, she threatens to leave because I forgot the carton of milk she likes from an even specific mart but we'll overlook that.

Love is kind. Forgive me, Father, I do not take it kindly to any man looking at her let alone breathing near her. As for the kinder thoughts? My wife is a firecracker. Any kind of thoughts fly out of my brain as soon as those big blue eyes of hers gaze at me.

But the enduring part? I think our love has done that. It began on a slippery slope, four years later I'm marrying the woman I thought would only exist in my dreams and she's given me three miracles and more miracles to come.

I do, Mrs Volkov. I do love you. I do promise to cherish, to hold and to give you as many kids as you want. I want ten more but I think we'll negotiate this a bit more in bed?”

The congregation goes berserk with laughter.

I jump into his arms and seal the deal with a kiss.

****

It's an almost bittersweet ending but goodbye to Alessandra and Christian and welcome ETHAN and ZADIE.

CHAPTER 97 will jump right straight to Ethan's story. SEE YOU in tomorrow's chapter for those who continue with it and thank you so so much for everyone who's come this far.

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