“I do,” I say in as strong of a voice as possible. I don’t want Enzo to think I’m weak.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Enzo’s eyes darken even more as he cups my face. It doesn’t feel like the embrace of a lover. It’s more like the trap of a cage.
Then his lips are on mine. It’s just the smallest peck. A promise of things to come. But I don’t want things to come with Enzo. Not when I don’t trust him at all.
Enzo doesn’t say a word as he takes my arm and walks us down the aisle. Our guests clap for us. Everyone knows this is to bring peace. I just hope we can all make it through the night without anyone getting shot.
Instead of taking me to the ballroom, Enzo pulls me down a hallway of the hotel away from our guests.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Your wedding dress. I thought I gave you a different one to wear.”
I shrug. “So? I’m going to wear what I want. You can’t control me. Don’t even think about it.”
“I could spank you to keep you in line.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I growl.
In one quick motion, he spins me around and slaps his hand right to my ass. I screech and pull away.
“What the hell?”
“That’s just a warning. Don’t mess with me, Kira.”
“I thought you wanted a challenge.”
“If you being insubordinate means I get to spank you, then I’ll be a happily married man. Just don’t get on my fucking nerves. I could bring war upon your family whenever I want.”
“And my family could do the same right back to you.”
We glare at each other, neither one of us backing down. We’re both breathing heavy. For a moment, my eyes flick down to Enzo’s lips and he does the same to me. We take the smallest step towards each other before I realize what’s happening.
I quickly back away from him. “I hate you.”
“You’re not exactly a joy ride either. But I think I’ll enjoy riding you,” he says with a sweep of his eyes over my body. I try to slap him again but he catches my wrist. “Not so fast. I would be careful if I were you, Kira.”
I know in this moment that my life is going to be miserable. There’s no way I’ll ever find happiness with Enzo.
Not when I hate him with every fiber of my being.
Chapter Six
Kira
What makes me hate Enzo even more is that he’s great at everything. When he we have our first dance – which I want to object to but I know I can’t – he moves me around the dance floor effortlessly.
“Why are you so good at this?” I ask, following his lead.
His hand is on my low back, distracting me. I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or not. “Years of ballroom dance classes when I was younger.”
I snort. “You took ballroom dance classes?”
“People can surprise you.”
“But you’re a mafia man. I thought mafia men saw ballroom dancing as a stupid, girly thing.”