Mila
“Put me down! You asshole!” I kicked and resisted, trying to break free from the tight grip on my waist.
“Sorry, Mila. I can't go against Il Don’s orders.”
“Go to hell, you and your Don!” I shouted.
“Watch your mouth, young lady, or your head will be split from your body in a blink!” he warned, placing me on the ground in front of his car.
As he reached into his pocket for his car keys, I flung off my high heels, lifted the hem of my wedding dress, and bolted back toward the hotel hall.
“Never turn your back, dear Julio,” I shouted as I disappeared into the chaos of people pushing through the hotel’s main entrance.
“f**k, Mila! I’m a dead man now!” I heard his voice as I dove inside, straight into the mess of women running the opposite way—screaming and crying in horror.
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