MAKE SURE TO READ CHAPTER 61 FIRST! I UPDATED IT NOT LONG AGO!

*This is the chapter you have been waiting for. Although it's not entirely explicit, enjoy the deeds. I wrote "Mature Content Ahead" before the scene.* 

Ps. If you're family, please skip this chapter :)

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Dario

"It's bad luck if you see your bride before the ceremony!" Jolene yelled and threw her shoe at me when I entered the room. I caught it and placed it on my heart as I smiled ever so brightly at the love of my life. Breathtaking.

"Sei la donna più bella che abbia mai visto e ho la fortuna di chiamarti mia." I did not know what else to say, and I knew she understood what I told her the moment her eyes sparkled with joy. She had been learning Italian for the past two years and was fluent in it by now.

[You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and I am lucky to call you mine.]

"Thank you, Dario. Sei l'uomo più bello che abbia mai visto e sei fortunato che ti dica mio," she replied, and I laughed and cupped her cheeks gently, careful not to ruin her makeup.

[You are the most handsome man I've ever seen, and you are lucky I call you mine.]

"Can I kiss you?"

She nodded as she placed her palms on my chest. "Just don't go overboard. Phoebe and Diana worked hard on my makeup; they will kill you if it's smudged. And don't touch my hair, or Enola will slit your throat."

"Yeah, I don't want to anger my pregnant sister. She's a demon these days," I remarked with a shudder, and she grinned. I closed the distance between our faces and kissed her as gently as possible. "I can't wait to ruin you tonight."

Her cheeks turned red once she saw my face, and I was losing control, but I had to keep my friend at bay for now. I did not want my very curious nephew to ask unnecessary questions in front of our friends and family. 

I would not mind answering him if it was a regular day, but not today. It was our wedding day, and I needed it to be perfect. I wanted my Bambi to be the happiest person in the room.

"Dario! Get the fuck out before I get nonno!" Enola barged into the room like a maniac, grabbed me by the ear, and threw me out before I could comprehend what happened.

"I warned you," Lazlo commented as he saw me slouching.

"Stai zitto."

[Shut up.]

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As we waited for my gorgeous bride to walk down the aisle with Dante, I scanned the room and saw everyone I cared about here. I even saw Alice, my mother, sitting at the far back.

I invited her to our wedding after the long overdue conversation we had a few months ago. I literally cried, Enola cried, and Grandpa cried. Emotions were everywhere as she explained what happened after she left us for Ottavio.

She was never truly happy as she still had feelings for my dad, and when Ottavio knew about her remaining love for her ex-husband, he ordered to kill him.

She tried multiple times to run away and return to us, but he threatened to kill us the same way he did to Dad. So, she held back for years with him for our safety. 

When I shot Ottavio at the Ball, she was finally free. She tried to talk to me many times after that, but I always rejected her endeavors until Jolene intervened and convinced me to sit with her at least once, and I did.

I was still bitter that she left us for another man, our enemy, but I was learning to accept her existence in our lives. It would take time for her to repair her actions, and I was willing to give her a second chance.

"Do you have the rings?" I asked Lazlo, and his eyes widened for a second, making me lose my shit. "Lazlo!" I almost yelled when he smiled and showed me the rings. "Fucking idiot."

Abramo slapped Lazlo's head, and Fabio fist-bumped his stomach. "Don't do that, buddy. Not today," Giovanni whispered, and Orlando nodded. They were my best men, standing beside me, supporting me every step of the way.

"Shit! I forgot her speech in the car!" Phoebe whispered-yelled, making us snap our heads to her. "Abramo, love, run! Heels, can't!" she ordered her boyfriend, and he sighed yet dashed to the parking lot.

"You had one job!" Diana slapped Phoebe's shoulder, earning a laugh from the crowd. Izan and Camila were sitting in the front row per Bambi's request, and I did not mind. I was delighted.

Not a minute later, Abramo came back, panting and sweating. I resisted the urge to laugh at his face. "Here." He handed her the paper, and she kissed his cheek. "Good thing the car was not far from the entrance." I nodded, feeling nervous that my love would walk through the door any minute now.

"Ecco che arriva la sposa," the doorman announced and opened the doors.

As we looked at the entrance, gasps were heard from all over as they laid eyes on my ravishing queen. Her dress was magnificent and fit her like a glove, but it did not steal the spotlight. She did.

She was so perfect.

She was mine.

I was hers.

"Here," Orlando handed me his napkin as I cried at the sight of my beautiful Bambi, my soon-to-be wife.

"Grazie." I wiped my face and smiled when she reached me.

"Dario, son..." Dante said with tears in his eyes. "I am entrusting my treasure with you. Take care of her. Love her. Respect her. If she ever comes to me crying because of you, I have a whole mafia to back me up." His threat earned cheers from my men and guests. Dante kissed Jolene's forehead and embraced her so desperately. "She is my heart, Dario."

His words made me more emotional than I was because I remembered my dad. I hugged Dante tightly. "Be happy, son. I know Paolo is looking over you," he added, and I broke down.

Can you see me, Papa? I am marrying the love of my life.

"Now, shall we begin?" The marriage officiant asked, and we stood before each other, listening to his speech.

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"If you will excuse us, I am taking Mrs. Romano home now. Enjoy the rest of the party!" I declared through the mic after hours of dancing and singing our hearts out with our guests. I could not wait any longer.

"Go make my Godchildren, loves!" Phoebe yelled, making everyone laugh.

"They will be my Godchildren too; remember when we caught you-" Before Abramo could finish that sentence, Jolene threw her flower bouquet at him and smirked.

"Go marry your girlfriend and make babies yourself. Goodnight, everyone, and thank you for sharing our special day with us!" she dropped the mic and held my hand. 

We ran to my car as they clapped behind us, and I never felt happier.

"Can we eat something before we go home? All that dancing made me super hungry!" she requested as I drove.

I glanced at her. "But you just ate... You know what, never mind. Let's grab a box of pizza and head home," I replied, and she kissed my cheek and buckled up. "Are you happy, Bambi?" I asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

She nodded. "Extremely! I just married the sexiest man alive!" she replied teasingly, but I took the compliment. "But seriously, though, you make me happier each day. I can't wait to spend the rest of forever with you, my love."

"Amore mio, sei il mio per sempre."

[My love, you are my forever.]

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*Mature Content Ahead*

"Don't you dare rip the dress, or I'll rip your heart. It was my mom's when she got married!" she frantically waved her hands around as I undid the buttons at the back. I was cautious because I knew how much it meant to her. She raved about it for weeks when Dante gifted it to her, saying she did not believe it fit her perfectly.

"Don't worry, amore," I replied as I kissed her neck and moved faster but still careful with my hands. The moment it slid down her shoulders and onto our bedroom floor, I carried her in her sexy underwear and placed her gently on the bed. Before she could say anything, I grabbed the dress and hung it in the closet.

"Thank you," she whispered, opening her arms for me to come.

"Please, no more interruptions. I've waited long enough for this," I groaned as I grinded my covered member on her thigh. Without warning, she tore my dress-shirt apart. "And you didn't want me to rip your dress," I teased, and she rolled her eyes.

"You know it's different. You can buy another one. Mine is irreplaceable. Plus, I would like to present my dress to our future daughter if we get blissed with one and give her the option of choosing it or buying a new one."

I scoffed. "Our daughter will not get married," I said as I removed my pants, leaving me in boxers too tight for my buddy.

"We'll see," she laughed but immediately gasped when I bit her breast over her bra. I took the liberty and removed everything, leaving her in all her glory. She was so absolutely beautiful. Words really could not describe the sight in front of me.

"You will be the death of me, amore," I muttered, took off my boxers, and sucked on her naked breasts. My hands slid behind her back, down to her ass, and I cupped her asscheeks. She panted heavily, feeling every breath I made, and ran her fingers through my hair.

"Dario," she moaned my name as I rubbed onto her core. Her sexy voice encouraged me to stroke faster, and she clenched her legs around my torso and her hands around my head. "Dario, please..."

"Please what, Bambi?" I stopped moving my hand and looked at her. She was a panting mess, and we had not even started yet.

"Please, I need something... in me..." she was too shy to say it, but I assumed she was talking about my dick. However, I needed to prepare her first since it would be our first time. 

I was already erect as a pole, and her eyes widened once she saw my full length. "I'm going to die!" she dramatically cried, covering her eyes and crimson cheeks.

"No, Bambi. You will take it like a good girl. I will prepare you first, don't be afraid. If it hurts too much, I will stop," I comforted her while kissing her cheek. Although I did not know if I had self-control, I hoped we did not need to stop.

"I will kick you if it hurts too much!" she warned, yet kissed me passionately and gave me the go-ahead. I dove in with my finger and tongue to her already wet core and felt contented with the contact. It was safe to say that she enjoyed it, too, due to her sharp fingernails on my back, scratching up and down and probably drawing blood. I loved it.

"Dario..." she cried, and I increased my speed. "Oh, please," she begged, and I grew harder, if possible.

"I will thrust it in you now, baby," I warned gently and adjusted our positions. She nodded and took a deep breath when I directed my member toward her entrance. Once she nodded, I entered her as slowly as possible and saw her wince and clinch her eyes shut. "Bambi, look at me," I said as I held her closer.

"It hurts," she whimpered, and I instantly stopped moving. I hurt her. "No, don't stop. I can take it. Please continue," she assured, and I hesitated at first but did as she said when she kissed my palm.

After a few minutes of struggling due to my big fucking dick, I was finally inside her. I gave her a minute to adjust before I started moving slowly. I kissed her with all my might as I felt her clench around me, looking so sexy. 

My mouth did not stop at her lips but moved to her neck, giving her hickeys to last her weeks. I wanted everyone who saw them to ask her if she had a fun wild night, and I wanted her answer to be fucking yes.

"What's your name, baby?" I asked as I thrust harder.

"J-Jolene," she muttered with flushed cheeks.

"Your last name, amore." She scratched my chest with her nails, and I did not mind.

"Romano. Jolene Romano. Now shut up and fuck me like the man you are!" her words took me off guard, and I laughed.

"What my Bambi wants, my Bambi shall get!"

THE END

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11.11.2023 

It's over. I don't know what to feel. I cried while writing this last chapter because I put everything in this book. It took me a little longer than a year to finish, but it's finally done. Thank you for giving it a chance. Thank you for reading it. 

If you liked this book, I think you'd like my newest one, which is The Mafia and Her. It's the second book of the Mafia series but can be read as a standalone. It will feature Izan Guerrero, Dario's best friend, the Spanish Mafia boss. 

Share this book with your friends if you liked it, and comment your thoughts, please. I want to hear you!

Again, thank you!

Nadine