Covenant with the ruthless Mafia.

It's my wedding

“A man of fantasies?" I gwaped. “How can I handle that?"

“You will be my darling.” Aria nodded looking at me. “With time you will be a Mafia queen."

Lots of dirty thoughts ran through my mind. I shook my head to wave them off. Soon the stylist was done. They brushed my hair and styled it with flowers.

" Your wedding dress.” The head stylist said.

I stood on my feet, they wrapped a corset around my upper body, tightening to highlight my shape. My wedding dress fitted my skin and shape. I appeared before the mirror. As a queen in her coronation.

They all lowered their heads below their shoulders ushering me to the altar. I hid my burning pains behind my smile and masked face with glam.

I held my dress, the tail draped and swept along with me. My hands are covered with net gloves. Face covered.

The doors opened. Everyone welcomed me with a smile and a gentle applause. Afar glaring at Nathaniel. He wore a corset suit accompanied with diamond earrings. Looking stunning like the sine is the devil.

His lips are rich in Pink. Nose sharp pointed. All features a handsome man could have and all ladies could desire in a man.

All the ladies had their eyes on him. He flirted his eyes over my body, steadily. He reached his hand out to me.

“Welcome my Queen.” He greeted me.

"I am glad to lead the altar with you, my king.” I bowed a little bit.

The priest brought the ring forward. Asking Nathaniel to take his vow.

"Do you accept Lillian Genovese as your blood and oath? For greater and smaller. Richer and poorer. Best and Worst. Also as your Mafia queen. Till death do you part?” The priest presented the ring.

"Yes. I fully accept it. Even death can't separate us apart.” He vowed and wore the ring on my left hand.

An encouraging applause rose from the audience. The ladies screamed louder. His words thudded enticingly. I was more timid. Could not look at the audience.

"Do you want to be Nathaniel Bonano’s Mafia queen? For blood and oath. In power and wealth. For enjoyment and fame. Including the love you have for him. Even death can't separate you apart." He said louder than Nathan's vow.

“Yes. I fully accept Nathaniel Bonano as my Mafia King. Even death can't separate us apart." I wore the ring on his wedding finger.

The ladies raised their arms in applause.

Nathan's face lit in excitement. He looks horny. He pulled my hands closer. Pressing my palms against his chest.

"Now you may kiss the bride.” The priest commanded.

Nathan was so impatient, he couldn't wait for breath to be exhaled. He gripped my chin. And rushed his tongue in passionately.

" Nathan…..” my voice is alluring.

He caredless. He rushed his tongue, salivating. Our tongue entwines. My first kiss. I buried myself in timidness.

My hands trembled, tracing to his chest. Touching his neck.

My hands constantly drifted to his lips, he tightened them putting my hand behind. Fisting his hands in my hair.

He withdrew his mouth, my lips felt swollen. I felt timid looking at the gathering. I staggered a bit backwards.

“Are you okay my bride?" Nathaniel grabbed my waist looking at me. “Maybe you should sit for the gardener toss.”

“Gardener toss? What's that about?" I asked.

"Don't worry, you get your answer.”

A bevy of ladies grabbed my hands and tossed me on the chair. " The gardener tosses.”

Everyone turned to my side, all eyes on me.

Nathaniel knelt before me. He pulled my pants, yanked it off with his teeth.. " It's part of the ceremony.”

His words bred tension.