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“Will you walk me down the aisle?”

I hold out my hand to him and his mouth drops open, but nothing comes out. Closing his eyes, he nods. When he opens them, he reaches for my hand and pulls me close.

“You are going to bring these men to their knees,” he whispers, emotion making his words come out raspy.

I smile as I gaze back at him and wink. “Technically, I already did.”

He chuckles, tucking my arm around his as we walk out, ready to walk down the aisle to my three awaiting grooms.

Chapter 28

“Son,” my father says as Lev, Damien, and I proceed down the aisle. He follows us to the front and stands by my side.

“I want you to know I am happy for you. All four of you.”

“Thank you, Father.”

He squeezes my shoulder then heads to stand behind the arch on the stage. His support over the past three days has been quite helpful, and he never once questioned our love for our girl. Except for the small moment where he suggested we try to be more traditional. Evie shut that idea down very quickly though.

I love seeing her dynamic with my father. He listens to her, respects her even. There are not many women on the planet hewould be willing to do that for, and I cherish that he does it with her.

I try not to clench my fists too much while we wait, but I think I am failing at it when Damien nudges my back.

Standing by the altar has my anxiety peaked. Not because it is our wedding day, but because my girl is about to walk down that aisle right next to some of the world’s most vicious criminals. She will not be unarmed by any means. Yet, there is much at play that I cannot control should shit go down, and that tends to keep happening to us.

Damien touches my shoulder, his hand squeezing firmly and giving me an anchor in the moment. I exhale a long breath to steady my racing thoughts, but there is no need to. As soon as the music begins and our girl appears at the end of the aisle, my anxiety evaporates at the breathtaking sight in front of me.

She did not let any of us see what she would be wearing, but I was not expecting a dress that looks as if she has bathed in the blood of our enemies.

Red satin clings to every inch of her, highlighting every curve of toned muscle. The front dips down into a low V, showing the audience way more of her than they will ever deserve. It is completely backless and has a long flowing train. There is a large slit in the front that nearly exposes her center.

She is stunning.

I glance over at Damien and I am actually worried he might try to fuck her right here.

Hell, I might try to fuck her right here.

We must all have that look on our faces because when I meet Havoc’s gaze as he walks her down the aisle, it is full of warning. We all seem to notice at the same time too. If Damien standing up straight and Lev clearing his throat as he looks away is anything to go by.

Most women want their men to cry when they walk down the aisle, I think Evie wants us to drool. With every step she takes, her tattoo unveils itself and I find my eyes fixated on it.

Her scars are beautiful, but the mark we have left on her makes my heart stop. It is just one of the reminders that she is ours. Rings can be lost, declarations of love can be forgotten, and words can drift away on the wind, but ink is forever. It will stay with her until we all reach our graves, existing even after our final breaths.

Havoc reaches the end of the aisle and hands her off to us. During traditional weddings, there are vows exchanged, but a Mafie wedding is something unique. Like I just mentioned, words can be forgotten, but this day never will be.

The priest approaches us, looking hesitant. When he tried to refuse to marry us all, Damien had some words with him. I am guessing they have stuck.

“We are gathered here today to join these men and this woman together.”

He stumbles over his words like a toddler learning to read for the first time, but I ignore him. Instead, I look at my girl.

Her silver hair is braided back and held up aside from two strands that are left down to frame her face. Her cheeks are flushed, but not in a nervous way. She looks as turned on as we all are.

I don’t blame her either. Lev looks incredible in the corset Damien got him. Damien’s pants are fitted to perfection and he is wearing a red vest over his black shirt. His now longer hair is pulled back, making him look like a regal prince.

I am the only one of us wearing a suit jacket, but it is black with red stitching that matches her dress perfectly. I did not realize what Laney was doing when she helped us pick out our outfits, but she nailed it.

Black and red roses line the aisle and altar, making the cathedral look perfectly sinister.

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