CHAPTER 96 – EPILOGUE
CHRISTIAN VITELLO VOLKOV.
“Christ, why do things like these happen to me?”
Nico snickers before I even reach the fucking door and if he thinks I’m walking the other way because of his little pity party then he’s got another thing coming.
I just shoved a chloroform-soaked handkerchief over Yan’s mouth, I’m not above doing the same to Nico if it comes to it.
No use lying but taking out Yan even for a few hours makes my already heated blood tingle.
I hate Yan. Every time I see him, he’s near what’s mine and I can’t kill him.
Why? Because my kids like him.
An even upsetting why? Because my woman would kick me out of the house if I killed Yan.
Tightening my cuff links, reaching to the room that’s being guarded by Nico, I shoot him a glare and Nico stands tall undeterred.
“I can’t let you in boss”, Nico warns, his voice adopting a wary edge that knows I will and – emphasis on the ‘will’ part – knock his teeth out if it means going through that door.
I grin.
“Step out of the way, Nico, or I move you.”
This time I’m not smiling. The gun holstered behind my back sure as fuck isn’t either.
“Nothing personal, boss but I have strict orders not to let you in.”
“Strict orders? Who’s your boss?”
“You.”
“Who pays for each one of your screwups every day of the week?”
“You.”
“Who paid for your mother’s colonoscopy?”
“Boss, you’ve gotta understand. They have reasons for not wanting you inside.”
“Since when have you ever listened to reason, Nico?”
He never does.
Whether I get lost on an island for decades and come back, Nico remains Nico.
A headache who’s relentless in not following the rules.
“Alright. I give up. I’m done. The door is yours. Frankly speaking, I don’t even know why they chose me to do this gig.”
Nico steps away from the door but not before I adjust his bowtie and smack his cheek lightly.
“Check on Yan and when he wakes up, I want you both to guard this door for one hour or so once I’m alone with Alessandra. You understand me?”
“Yes boss”, Nico grits.
I don’t waste a second in opening the door before splotchy pink hogs my eyesight, women’s perfumes hit my nostrils and almost eight pairs of eyes gaze at me like I just poured acid over their faces.
My eyes are on one woman and woman only.
“No! No! You have strict orders not to show your face here before the wedding! Get out, Christian!” Cat, who’s dressed in a satin pastel pink dress, walks over to me angrily.
I close the door behind me, locking myself in a room that smells like cotton candy or some shit with a spritz of lavender.
I know who smells of lavender though and she looks ravishing right now.
“I told Jett, Nico and Yan were weak. You owe me a hundred bucks, Thena”, Brenda scoffs.
The ball of fury in the form of my five-foot-something sister grabs my right arm but she is hopeless in dragging me away.
No one is dragging me away from this room.
“Seeing the bride before the actual wedding is considered bad luck”, Athena speaks, like I give a shit about luck and voodoo nonsense.
“No seriously boss, you have to leave. We can’t have you here while we do the finishing touches on the bride.”
I look at Alessandra Vitello Volkov and feel my heart in my fucking throat.
Finishing touches?
Chris, she’s pretty.
Her blonde hair is styled in some sort of way that looks like a ponytail but classier, a few flowers are used as pins to hold said hair in place but her dress, her face, that slit that’s showing the expanse of her right thigh?
She’s killing me here.
“Nooo. Don’t even think about it, Christian. You are walking out of here and pretending you didn’t see anything. You are going back to the church you came from and standing at the end of the aisle like how a good groom should behave. Waiting for your bride like a normal—.”
“Normal is overrated”, I cut Cat’s words off and the glare she throws me feels like a clean blade slicing my neck at one go.
“Okay since this isn’t working. Lex? Tell him to leave. I know he’ll listen to you at least.”
My eyes lock with the Blondie in the most gorgeous wedding dress I have seen for a while.
She looks like a goddess out to seduce the gods and the men alike.
She looks divine I almost pity that creamy milky skin because tonight? I’ll fill every inch of it with my marks and hickeys.
I dare her.
I dare her to listen to Catelina.
I dare her to kick me out.
Blondie bites her bottom lip, the one coated with shiny and bloody red lipstick.
“Can you give us a minute?”
There’s my girl.
“What?” Thena exclaims.
“You owe me an additional fifty bucks, Thena”, Brenda adds.
Cat is on the verge of pulling her hair out when she says, “Lex, we talked about this!”
“He’s here and I… we need a minute, Cat. Just a minute.”
It will be more than a minute. I know that. My wife knows that. The whole room might know that too.
Cat walks to the bed, takes her purse before she turns to me, ”That makeup took almost three hours. Don’t you dare ruin it.”
Then she and her pink-clad groupie walk out of the room.
I don’t waste a minute in crossing the distance between me and my wife and taking her lips in mine.
She reacts to me in instant, her body becoming pliable in my arms, her lips parting for me to devour and I devour them alright.
I devour them like a hungry man.
“You… said you would stay away”, she moans.
I bite her lip, smudging that red lipstick like a maniac.
“You knew I wouldn’t.”
“I still expected you to behave.”
“This is me behaving after you left without giving me your cunt for breakfast.”
“Christian…”, her palms hold my cheeks as our lips part and our eyes meet.
I take one of her hands kissing it.
“Yes, baby?”
“We can’t ruin this dress.”
“Is that an invitation to ruin you?”
“I’m serious, Christian.”
“And I’m serious about fucking you and letting you walk down that aisle with my come dripping out of your cunt.”
She chuckles, her cleavage moving along with the action.
I want to suck those boobs so bad it almost physically pains me not to.
“You’re a menace you know that?”
“If that means I get to eat out my cunt then a menace I am. What do you say, tesoro?”
My thumb runs along her bottom lip and she takes it into her hot mouth watching me while she sucks.
When she’s had her fill and my dick is straining against my pants, Sunshine levels me with a sultry gaze.
“I’m blaming the pregnancy hormones if we arrive late at our own wedding.”
“Sure.”
The truth of the matter is, a pregnant Alessandra Volkov craves sex the way humans crave air.
I came here because I knew she wouldn’t last long before she started feeling that cunt throbbing for her husband.
I’ll fuck her to get her through the wedding.
As soon as the wedding is done, I’m sure as hell not waiting for the reception part.
I’m taking my wife, driving her to our honeymoon and spending the next month sinking in all her holes.
I’m a menace. But I’m a bloody menace when it comes to her only.
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