
Brief
Marrying Your Fiancé, the Leader of the Mafia Gang
My red eyes scanned the crowd. I wanted to make sure there was no threat, no trouble. Even though Luke and Kieran were constantly hovering around, checking everything, this was different. This was important. This was crucial. I stood tall in front of the podium, waiting for her. My Aeri. My heart began to beat uncontrollably fast at the thought of how beautiful she would look in that pristine white wedding dress. Finally, it was happening. My Aeri and I. We were together. One. Not lovers, not fiancés. Husband and wife. We were becoming spouses. We were becoming each other. She was becoming completely, utterly mine. Excitement wasn't a feeling I was used to; I could even watch a man's head being cut off in front of me without moving my expression. But this was different. Much different. This was the time to possess her completely. When the crowd suddenly quieted and the orchestra began a different, exciting rhythm, I knew it was time. She was coming. My Aeri is coming.
Generating
Generating
Generating
