The Marriage Debt (De Vos Mafia #2)(5)

Her pupils dilate, and it’s the best thing ever. God, even after three years, nothing has changed. I still can’t get used to how gorgeous she looks when she’s all riled up because of me.

The notary flips through the pages, forcing us both to shut up. “Luca, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”

I don’t take my eyes off hers even though she’s almost spitting fire at me. “I do.”

“And Jill, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”

Jill grinds her teeth and gazes at her parents, who do nothing but stoically stare ahead. Of course, they don’t care about her or her feelings. She betrayed them.

By running away from her obligations, she ran away from fate itself.

And fate always catches up with you one way or another.

“We’re waiting,” I say, raising a brow at her.

Too fucking late for second thoughts.

She was already mine the second she stepped into this church.

And now I’ll take what always belonged to me.

I pull out my gun and point it at Jasmine’s head. The entire room gasps.

“Say it,” I say through gritted teeth.

Jill blinks away a single tear that still manages to roll down her cheek. “I … do.”

The word spills out of her mouth as slowly as the tear falls to the floor.

At that moment, it’s as if the earth stands still, and all that’s left is my eyes connecting with hers as she begs me without words to spare whatever is left of her dignity.

A smirk forms on my face as I pull back the gun and tuck it back where it belongs. Everyone in the audience, especially Jasmine, breathes a sigh of relief. And I don’t know whether I’m happy or a little bit disappointed that she didn’t actually give me an excuse to shoot.

After all, my heart enjoys nothing more than hurting that family as much as they have hurt mine.

The little girl carrying the glitter steps forward with a pillow holding two golden rings in her hands. Jill’s face turns white as snow as the girl brings the rings forward and waits until we have both picked one up.

I don’t stop staring at Jill, not even as her whole body begins to shake at the thought of having to put that ring around the same finger that will be inside her pretty little pussy later.

But we’ll get there soon.

“With this ring, I promise to give you everything I have to give,” I say, my tongue darting out to wet my lips.

Her hand reluctantly rises to meet mine, her eyes quickly darting to her sister like she’s saying a final goodbye. I grasp ahold of her whole hand and squeeze it to make her look at me. No one gets her attention except me as I push the ring onto her finger, sealing my ownership over her.

She almost squashes my ring in her fist as I hold my hand out for her.

Grinding her teeth, she mutters, “With this ring, I promise to make your life a living hell.”

Her mother gasps, but I can only laugh.

It’s endearing she thinks I’ll be the one to regret my decision.

Oh no, little bunny … our fun has only just begun.

As she pushes it onto my ring finger, I lean in to whisper into her ear, “The second you ran away from me, you chose your own fate, Jill. And now I will never, ever let you go again.”

I can feel the rage burning off her body like a blazing fire, and it makes me as hard as a rock. I can’t fucking wait to go home, rip this tight wedding dress off her pretty little body and make her scream.

Suddenly, she leans in, catching me off guard as she tears the gun away from me and points it at me. “Make me the fastest fucking widow,” she spits.

CLICK!

The gun goes off.

But the fact that no bullets exit makes everyone, including Jill, stare in complete shock.

Except for me, of course.

I smile at the thought she actually believed she could kill me … and that she wanted to. Still the same spicy girl as I remember.

I snatch the gun from her hand and grab ahold of her wrist, forcing her to crash into me. “You thought I loaded that thing with actual fucking bullets?”

“I’m disappointed in you,” my mother seethes under her breath, and she gets up and walks off into the same door my father disappeared through.

It doesn’t matter to me, and I don’t fucking care who she’s disappointed in. I already knew long ago they preferred my brother over me. He was the perfect one, and I’m the fallen son who wants nothing more than to watch the world burn.

But right now? I want nothing more than to watch Jill’s eyes burn with a fire so bright it could set this whole church aflame.

“Fuck you.”

Jill spits in my face.

I close my eyes for a brief second and wipe it away before I throw her a final devilish glance.

“Yes … wife. I will fuck you as I wish in every goddamn orifice.” Then I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.

She screams while I march toward the exit, but I ignore it.

I have other things on my mind that involve getting her chained up and on her knees.