Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Right.
Well, no.
I wasn’t going to choose either of them.
Not that I didn’t like Elvis Presley. I did, but this would be crazy enough without a fake Elvis asking me if I took all three men to be my husband.
My choice would be the Little Chapel of the Flowers. I didn’t want anything too flashy, and this fit the bill. Unlike most chapels in the area, it didn’t feature gigantic red hearts, visible from miles away. There were no small lights all around the building, flashing in the dark. There were just two rows of those lights on the roof, next to a tall, yucca plant. Without a doubt, this was perhaps the most understated chapel in Las Vegas. I liked that, though. I was never a fan of huge, extravagant weddings. To me, all that mattered was the connection between me and my partner. I wouldn’t complain about details like church size, capacity and bands at the reception. I just wanted things to be genuine. Nothing pretentious or too much in general.
Just after 6pm that afternoon, I received a phone call from Cesare.
“Hello?”
“The limo’s on its way to pick you up. Be downstairs in thirty minutes, tops.”
“I will. Thank you.”
With my makeup almost done, I smiled in the mirror. A feeling of anticipation spread through me in the blink of an eye.
I was doing this.
Yes, ma’am.
There was no turning back now.
I forgot to ask Cesare about the details of the ceremony, like the marriage license and the minister. Knowing him and the others, however, I was more than confident that they had taken care of those. For all Cesare and Matteo’s indecision at first, they seemed quite determined after Leo explained his reasoning to them. They were not going to allow minor details like those get in the way.
The sun was about to set in the clear Las Vegas sky as I exited the limousine. My men were right outside the chapel, dressed in black tuxedos, white shirts and black bow ties. They were an imposing sight… Beaming, looking right at me, with the chapel and the wonderful colors of the sunset in the background.
“Gorgeous,” Matteo praised, his gaze following me during my short walk towards them. “I told you she’d look fantastic in that dress, you morons. I chose it, by the way.”
“You chose well. I love my dress,” I said, smiling up at him. “You all look so handsome.”
“Thanks,” Cesare flashed me a sweet smile. “Let’s do this.”
As they gave me their hand to lead me in, something dawned on me.
This wouldn’t be the first time they did that.
They had done this in the recent past, too.
On the night they first appeared at the hospital, one of them with a chest full of buckshot.
Back then, they took me by the hand and pulled me into their own world. A world of danger, ambition, but also kindness, care and impossible sexiness. I had to admit it scared me at first. I had seen gunshot victims up close, and I always felt for them. The pain they were going through was immense, and I could end up like one of them. Still, Cesare, Matteo, and Leo were not going to have that. When time came, they faced danger head-on and removed whoever wanted to see us dead.
In the meantime, my men showed me what it was like to be treated like royalty in bed. My god, I felt like I was going to burst with pleasure, every time one of them touched me. When I had them all at the same time, I thought I was living in the most sensual and erotic dream ever. But this one encounter wasn’t really a dream. It was indescribably sexy and fantastic, but it wasn’t the highlight of my relationship with them. This highlight would be our bond. The tightness amongst us. This bond led them to go head-to-head with a powerful mafia boss. And it was this connection that had sent us into that chapel, ready and willing to take on life together.
Of course, it would be a bumpy ride. I knew what I was getting into, long before I set foot in Sin City. In spite of that, I was eager to see what life with my men would be like. Eager to give them my heart and have them love me back. My dangerous trio was not going to let me down. They would still be my guardian angels. My hungry, sexy lovers. The men I could rely on for the rest of my life.
41
EPILOGUE
PIPER
The wedding ceremony was bizarre to say the least.
A confused minister kept staring at us for several seconds, when Cesare told him that all three of them were going to be the grooms.
Once Matteo offered him a thick wad of cash, the minister somehow overlooked this technicality and proceeded with the wedding. What an idiot. His concern was faker than the bimbo’s breasts at the chapel reception. She looked like a younger, uglier version of Pamela Anderson.