56 Years In The Making

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Maeve, Riley, and Camila are coming to the wedding to be my bridesmaids. Maeve and Camila are obviously a little weary of being surrounded by a bunch mafia members, especially ones that hated each other at one point. 

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We finished packing and I was just finishing getting ready for the plane ride there. I had most of my makeup done, my hair was straightened, and I was in a short green dress. 

I finished getting ready and brought my stuff upstairs

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I finished getting ready and brought my stuff upstairs. 

We all loaded to the car and sat in silence before we got on to the private jet. 

Once we got on the jet my dad broke the silence, "You two know all of the rules, right?" 

I nodded and Hudson just ignored him. 

"Because Hudson doesn't want to answer me, I'll review them," he paused before he started into the rules, "They once were our enemies so be prepared for anything. Besides that they're very well trained, as much as I hate saying it, they're a lot cleaner than us. Lastly onto the agreement, you won't be meeting Vincenzo until the day of the wedding but you'll be meeting his team and immediate family."

"What kind of name is Vincenzo," I muttered. 

Apparently my dad heard me, "The name of the most feared man across all of the mafias." 

I rolled my eyes. 

"Do you know all the rules with the marriage?" he asked quietly. 

I shook my head. 

He paused, "You two need to stay faithful to each other no matter what, if one of you cheat the cheater's mafia will go completely to their significant other. Neither of you can ask for a divorce either," he thought to himself before taking in a deep breath, "Then there's the officiation of the wedding." 

My face went pale, "Do you mean-" 

"You two need to have sex the night of the wedding," my mom cut in. 

I ran a hand threw my hair, "You're kidding right?" 

They all shook their heads in silence before my brother cut in, "I'm taking it you don't know about the baby either." 

I snapped my head towards him, "What baby?"

"You need to be pregnant by June 20th, 2020," he replied bluntly. 

I stood up, "Where are you going?" My dad stood up behind me. 

"I'm going to jump off the plane," I walked towards the cock pit, "Death sounds better than Grandpa's arrangement." 

"Sit down," he rolled his eyes.

I did as he said and he started into his lecture, "A year from now the two of you will be in love and a kid won't sound too bad."

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