❃ The Mob Boss and The French Mafia Princess ❃
"Shira," I warned, "Come any closer and I will stop the car right here and fuck you," I spoke with a stern tone, my hands gripped on to the steering wheel so hard my knuckles begged to come out. "Valeri...
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V A L E R I U S ' S P O V:
ONE YEAR LATER
Four months, eighteen days, five hours and exactly thirty three minutes that I haven't seen Shira, why you ask? Alexandre has decided to get married to his fiancée, Renata, but, here's the catch, their tradition is that the groom's side must not see the bride's side and vice versa.
I hail from the bride's side since my mum is friends with Renata's mum. Great, just fucking great.
Now, what fucked up shit is that? Four months, since I last had Shira's body against mine. Four months, since my poor cock has had his actual release. So, I had to take matters into my hand. Literally, into my hands.
Each message or each call would end up with Shira teasing the absolute fuck out of me. Sometimes, I may be at work and she send me a message. A dirty one to be exact, or a picture of some sexy lingerie that I would rip off of her. My cock manages to have it's own master to stand to attention to, that master being Shira.
Thank god, it's the wedding else I would be suffering from an extreme case of blue balls. "Valerius, it's time to leave!" Lorena shouts from downstairs before I hear Angelo and Sienna run outside.
Adjusting my cuff links, I quickly spray my cologne onto my neck and wrists before grabbing the gift bags and my car keys.
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The cathedral was spectacular, located at a serene area with two barns besides it. The view was indeed very picturesque. Lines of black SUVs had been orderly placed at the front of the cathedral. Many mafia leaders had come. From the Spanish to the Japanese mobs except one, the Russians. I can't stand those betraying fuckers.
Walking into the ancient building, my eyes looked around the place to find my woman except for she wasn't to be found.
Noticing Alexandre, I walked to him and quickly asked him where Shira was but also congratulating him. Yet, his response was vague.
A pull to my suit jacket caught me off guard but it was obvious who it was. Angelo. "What's wrong, buddy?" Crouching, I whispered but Angelo shook his hand in a gesture to come forth. "I got a message for you." Angelo said, which made me think whether it was anything bad that might be happening with Shira.
"What message? From who?" My eyebrows furrowed in worry and curiosity. Angelo then again whispered in my ear. "I can't tell you who, they told me not to." Angelo said, my fists clenching hard. Whoever it was, was messing with the wrong person.
