Married To The Mafia Dom (#2 Mafia series)

I Do "Moi, Dominique Carbon ate, Je te prend, Amille Cromwell, pour être mon épouse, pour avoir et tenir de ce jour vers l'avant, pour Meilleur ou pour le pire, pour la prospérité et la pauvreté, Dans la Maladie et dans la santé, pour aimer et chérir ; jusqu'à la mort nous sépare." (I, Dominique Carbone, take you, Amille Cromwell, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, For better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; till death separates us.) "I, Amille Cromwell, take you, Dominique Carbone, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, For better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; till death separates us." (Moi, Amille Cromwell, Je te prend, Dominique Carbone, pour être mon, Mari, pour avoir et tenir de ce jour vers l'avant, pour Meilleur ou pour le pire, pour la prospérité et la pauvreté, Dans la Maladie et dans la santé, pour aimer et chérir ; jusqu'à la mort nous sépare.) "Vous pouvez Mai Maintenantbrasser la mariée" (You may now kiss the bride.) He pulled her close, lowering his lips to hers, pressing them hard onto hers, kissing her roughly, slipping his tongue in. That was the worst day of her life; she never wanted to marry Dominique Carbone ever, he’d blackmailed her into it. He’d blackmailed her parents into giving her up to him. Her father had a huge debt to pay off to this French Mafia man. What the hell was he even thinking about dealing with the Mafia? He was lucky he wasn’t dead, lucky they weren't all dead. These guys were ruthless. She'd even seen it first hand. Someone she never suspected had been involved with them was Beau and she had been wrong, he’d made her believe he was a new student and she’d volunteered to show him around her school, even got to know him, and then she’d found out it was all just a ploy to kidnap her. Now she deeply regretted the day she’d befriended him. Her parents weren’t t pleased about Dominique’s decision to marry their only daughter as payment for his idiocy. He’d made sure she had nowhere to run, made sure she’d turned up for the ceremony that she didn’t want any part in. Now she was stuck with him for the rest of her life, being miserable with the French Mafia king. He pulled away from her. "Come on sweetheart, we still have the reception to attend, then we can be all alone." She swallowed, she felt so sick right now. He slipped his arm around her, gripping her waist, making sure that she wouldn’t run from him ever. Their reception was full. He introduced her to everyone there before they had their first dance, cut the cake, ate and drank. She wasn’t looking forward to spending tonight with him. She’d always had her own up until now, but now it was required to be married to him. She felt queasy and lethargic, she’d hardly attend and drank so much she could hardly stand. She made it into the room they were sharing, going into the bathroom and throwing up several times. Had she caught a bug or something? She felt so drained. The door closed. "Are you okay, my flower?" "Don't flower me! You knew I didn’t want this, but you still insisted." "Would you rather your parents were dead?" She looked at him nervously. "I thought not." He stepped forward, she stepped back, he and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him. "You can’t escape me Amille won’t ever let you." She stood nervously as he leaned down brushing his lips against hers, kissing her. He leaned down, kissing her neck. "You’re mine now, Amille, so you best get used to it, 'cause you’re never going back and you’ll never escape me. If you do, I will find you." He said, continuing to kiss her neck. She swallowed hard. She didn’t want this, she wanted him out of here, out of France, him out of her life forever. Why did her father have to do business with the likes of this man?