I gasped, my gaze moving back and forth from Pietro to the preacher.
"No," I said, shaking my head.
Pietro's hand wrapped around my wrist and he tugged me until I fell against his broad chest, my wide eyes clashing with his angry ones.
"You made a promise, keep your damn promise," he ordered.
I gave him a clueless look, and he smiled, "Of course. You've forgotten already. "I’ll remind you. You said you'll come willingly. Keep your promise." He ordered once again.
As if he was in his own world, the preacher's voice broke through our mini-discussion. "Do you, Aria Kostas, take this man, Pietro Eppolito, as your lawfully wedded husband."
Lord... When I made that promise to Pietro, I didn't know what I was signing up for. I thought he would take me back home and we'll engage in a li
