"You may kiss the groom," the priest said. I raised my head. Every pair of eyes in the pavilion scrutinized me, waiting for a flicker of weakness. Father would be furious if I let my terror show, and Vegas's Familia would use it against us. But I had grown up in a world where a perfect mask was the only protection afforded and had no trouble forcing my face into a placid expression. Nobody would know how much I wanted to escape. Nobody but Vegas. I couldn't hide from him, no matter how much I tried. My body wouldn't stop shaking. As my gaze met Vegas's cold gray eyes, I could tell that he knew. How often had he instilled fear in others? Recognizing it was probably second nature to him. He bent down to bridge the ten inches he towered over me. There was no sign of hesitation, fear or doubt on his face. My lips trembled against his mouth as his eyes bored into me. Their message was clear: You are mine. A kind hearted man given to a monstrous man. Even monsters have a heart and he has every intention of working his way into his. This story was originally written by Cora Reilly and I am adapting this story to the context of Vegas Pete because they are my ultimate favorite. All the credits goes to Cora.
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