I never wanted a quiet type of love. I wanted a type of love that devoured me. And in you I found it.

The dress made me look unrecognizable.

The white sparkling silk and satin making me look so pure. It clashed with my Ink hair that dropped down my back in lose curls, some pieces tied up with diamond crusted Bobby pins.

The dress wasn't too big as to swallow me, but enough to make me look like a fucking princess.
And I felt royal.

On my neck hung the necklace Kingston gave me. I wish I could have learned more from him, learned more about my family—well my family on my mother's side.

I felt like an angel. Which I knew I definitely wasn't.

I hadn't felt so virtuous in so long.

My heart pounded like a drum in my ears, matching the sound of my heels clicking on the floor.

It was funny that I was getting married in a church of all places.

A CHUCH.

I was half surprised I didn't burst into flames when I first walked in.

The church was fucking filled with people I'd either never fucking seen before or have seen briefly in passing.

Dressed up like sugar daddies and pimps, with woman hanging off their arms like candy.

Most of them clueless as to who were are, but maybe it was better that way.

The darkness isn't for everyone.

Both me and Lorenzo had no surviving blood born family, so it was closed off, but our chosen family stood by us.

My fathers men now knew about our engagement, and were undoubtedly hopping onto their broomsticks and flying dildos to come stop me.

But it didn't matter. I didn't care.

"Holy fuck." Rosario whistled as I walked down the hallway towards him. "Marry my ass instead damn." He joked, as he looked me up and down.

Rosario was my maid of honour. I tried to force him into a dress, he even insisted on wearing it at one point, but it didn't fit, so his white suit had to do.

He stood tall, nicely combed, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Oh hush." I smiled as I walked up to him, a small smile on his face matching mine.

"I never thought this day would come." He said. "Never though the boss would ever actually find..." he trailed off, as he brought his hand up to brush a piece of hair back behind my ear.

"Careful Rosario-" I heard a voice say, thick and dark. Making me turn quickly on my heels. My heart stuttering and my eyes widening slightly as I focus on the figure before me. "You just might get shot again." Marco joked as I watched him walk slowly up to us.

His eyes meeting with mine, a small playful smile on his face.

His hair was combed nicely, and he wore a brilliant tux. His face was shaven, and his eyes a little more lively,

"Marco." I whispered his name, like I wasn't sure it was really him, as he came and stood before me.

"Polo you made it." Rosario pleated, with a goofy smile on his face. His body moving up to stand beside me.

Marco rubbed the skin behind his neck as he said "Yeah well, I wouldn't miss this for the world."
His eyes staying on mine, I could almost see him replay all of our past moments together. Replaying our friendship on rewind inside his mind.

He lost himself inside his head for a few seconds, before he turned his gaze sharply to Rosario.

"Sorry fucker but you've been demoted." Marco grunted with a smirk. "go be Lorenzo's groomsmen." Marco laughed as he stole the bunch of flowers from Rosario's hands.

Rosario stuck out his lip and sighed, before he gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked through the small solid opaque curtain and up to the alter.

Where Lorenzo stood. Where my almost husband stood.

"So, What changed your mind?" I asked, as I grabbed one of the flowers from the bouquet and tucked it neatly into the chest pocket of his suit jacket.

His expression lightened, as he extended his hand out to me and walked us to the curtain.

"You." He whispered, just as the music started to play and my heart beat a little faster.

•••
I used to think about marrige. Not that I used to ever want it.

But every little girl dreams of it.

I played out how I would meet the man of my dreams when I was little, and in my head I met them in the condom isle of the pharmacy. We were reaching for that same package and suddenly our hands would touch.

I had an very active imagination.

Maybe it was a good thing that after I grew up hating the idea of being married.

And the binding to Satan only poisoned the idea of marriage for me further.

But now, I stood at the end of the isle. And fear, was nowhere close to being a main emotion of mine.

It was like everything that had happened in my past faded away. And the pain and anger and every other fucking emotion despite happiness disappeared.

Every loss, every fight, every betrayal it didn't matter. I didn't fucking matter.

In some sick way, all those moments felt good, as I knew that they all lead me to this.

My mind raced like speeding cars on a track as We stepped out and into view of the people, the brightness of the room reflecting off my dress and making my dresses sequins shine.

The diamonds in my hair and up my skin, mirroring the same glorious effect.

Was this what it felt like to be a Victoria secret model?

The crowd was full, as I had thought, and a few woman eyed me in both jealousy and admiration.

Standing present at the ends of every isle and every door was a armed guard. Guns cocked, ready to intervene in any disturbance that arise.

Lorenzo insisted in my safety. As his wife I'd be a bigger target. Which both scared and enthralled me at the same time.

My heart pumped against my chest, and I swear my vision went blurry for a second. I took hard breaths, as I tried to get rid of the butterflies that fluttered in my stomach.

I became dependent on Marcos grip on my hand for a moment. Like I had forgotten how to walk on my own.

But then I simply breathed in the sweet air, and I looked up.

Lorenzo stood on the other end of the long white carpet, dressed finely in a suit and tie. His eyes practically on fire as he looked at me.

My breathing almost stopping as I took him in.

He appeared to do the same because I watched his eyes shift over me, his eyes lightening like spheres of molten glass. I could visibly see the tension in his body loosen as he looked at me.

Everyone stood, all eyes on me.

I would have been anxious if it weren't for Lorenzo's eyes that were locked onto mine. One look from him, and I wasn't scared.

My feet practically moved on their own now, and I didn't realize I was at the alter until Marco loosened his grip—Marcos eyes catching mine he smiled, words unsaid, as he too kissed my cheek lightly, before he looked to Lorenzo.

Their eyes igniting their bond like gasoline to a flame.

Lorenzo reached out for me, his hand gripping mine he pulled me up the stairs and towards him. "Sparrow." He said my name in a way he never has said it before. My dress swooning behind me, the train practically 20 feet long moved halfway down the carpet,

The gun holstered to my thigh; it's metal stung my skin in the best of ways.

as I looked towards Lorenzo, I saw him look at me with such admiration that My mind went blank due to his stare.

"You look..." he opened his mouth, stopping due to a loss of words "gorgeous." He hummed finally, his hand moving up to brush over my cheek. "Actually Gorgeous doesn't even begin it describe you," he whispered in conclusion.

He looked like a meal in his suit, and I would 100% be ripping it off him as soon as this was over. I could bark just thinking about it.

Fucking him as his wife will be the highlight of my week.

The words of the priest fell all but silent in my ears, and the world around me was a non-existent mess.

Even if the world around us fell and burned to the ground right this second, I wouldn't even notice,

Lorenzo's hand on mine distracted me, his eyes making my heart speed up, yet go so still at the same exact time.

"The rings that bind you, as man and wife." The priest spoke, as he reached for the rings and handed them to Lorenzo.

The priest was a good man, he knew what me and Lorenzo were. He didn't ask for hush money, or compensation for his silence, but simply that we donated to the church.

Both mine and Lorenzos eyes moved down to look at the rings. And Lorenzo grabbed the one meant for me into his free hand, whilst grabbing my left hand into his right.

"I give you this ring, as a symbol of my love." He whispered the priests given words, as he smoothed his finger over my skin and placed the wedding ring onto the my slim finger.

God, weddings make me so fucking sappy. who knew.

Engraved on the side of my ring was the word 'lover', and engraved on the side of his—'Sparrow.'

Tears blinding my gaze, as I grab the ring from him, repeating the same chant before placing the ring onto his.

"Do you Lorenzo Deluca, take Serina Accardi as your wife." The priest asked, and I could practically see the whole damn church stiffen in anticipation.

They all knew who he was.

How untameable and deadly he was.

No doubt some couldn't believe that He was mine, and mine alone.

Lorenzo didn't stutter, nore did he hesitate in his answer "Hell yes." He smirked playfully. Him too acknowledging the fact that we were both currently standing in the big old heart of Jesus.

The eyes of the priest then switching to me. His virgin glory shining it's holiness onto me. "Do you Serina Accardi take Lorenzo DeLuca as your Husband."

He barely even got his question off his lips and I said

"Fuck yes."

Oops, is it bad to swear in church?

"By the power vested in, I pronounce you man and wife." He said as he motioned to both me and Lorenzo. "You may kiss your bride." He smiled.

And Lorenzo wasted no time in pulling my body to his, Our noses brushing for a moment before his lips met mine In a catastrophic way.

A kiss that felt as though it could shatter windows and tear down skyscrapers. His arms enveloped me as he dipped me slightly.

I was his wife. His goddamn fucking wife.

I felt fireworks under my skin, and as we broke the kiss I was breathless.

Our faces were inches away from each other, and his eyes were on mine, staring at me like I was everything he'd ever needed.

Like I was what he needed to survive.

"You are mine." He smiled, whispering words silently and only to me. "And now everyone will know." He continued, as he brought his hand up to tilt my chin up to face him,

This man makes me want to just fuck him all the time. I wonder if he does it on purpose.

I want to show him my love.

"You know." I said. "It'd be pretty naughty for you to fuck me in a church." I hummed.

"You guys horrify me." Marco laughed as he mocked a shutter of disgust.

"Oops did I say that too loud?" I smiled as I looked back at Marco over my shoulder

Lorenzo dragged his hand around my waist, as He took steps down from the alter, his hand dragging my mesmerized ass after him.

I WAS HIS WIFE.

I was a Mrs.

I totally thought before Lorenzo I was going to die alone with all my cats. Which, I wouldn't complain about, because my cats would have been tigers.

But it was funny. Lorenzo was actually officially my property. Like a goat or a horse or a car.

"Rail me." I smiled, as I whispered those words only to him.

But before we reached the end of the isle, he made sure to pull me close enough so he could whisper in my ear. "Don't worry, I will."

"FIESTY." I purred, earning a sideways glance from him.

A smile plastered on his face. I loved his smile.

"Let's get tigers." I smiled, as he walked me to the exit doors in a hurry.

I wonder why he was in such a rush to get me alone.

"Whatever you want my love, it's yours." he told me as he stopped us before a sleek white sports car. It was led and trailed by black SUVs, meant solely for our safety.

He didn't waste a second, as he pulled open the car door, insisting I get inside.

"Well then let's definitely start with you inside me." I teased, knowing damn well I'd be punished for it later.

But before I let him answer I stepped inside the car, my dress squashed around me making me feel like I was a cloud.

He chuckled lowly, like only he knew what was to come next for me.

But I think being punished would be the sweetest reward.

Lorenzo POV

As soon as she stepped out and onto the isle, wearing that white dress That accentuated her curves made my heart beat a little faster.

The way the diamonds dripped down her skin, and how she walked towards me with such utter faith in me made me want to sink my teeth into her skin and forced her body close.

As soon as she was close enough, my body ached to be near her, to have her skin on mine, as I watched all the eyes in the room focus so daringly on the love of my life.

Some of these sick ducks were relentless. They were here for my god damn wedding and still looked at my woman like she could be theirs.

But no. No. She was mine.

I whispered her name, that little nickname that made goosebumps spread over her skin, as I relished in her jaw dropping beauty.

The world was filled with beautiful woman, but none were as stunning as she. None could make me ever feel the same way as Serina does.

From the beginning I knew she affected me in ways no one else could. That she was responsible for my destruction, the type of destruction that led to my salvation.

Without Serina...I don't even know what I'd be.

I called her gorgeous, because fucking hell she was. And her eyes lit up at my words. Her eyes echoed her love so clearly, as she moved forward to me.

She seemed almost oblivious to the world around us, as she stared at me like the world didn't matter.

The priest uttered nonsense, and I answered in a way that I knew would make my lover smile.

She thought it was ironic, that we were getting married in a church. She thought it was almost sinful, considering all the things we have done.

I moved my eyes to her lips, and I wanted so badly to attack them. I wanted to rip that dress away and fuck her in the closest room possible.

I needed her against me.

So when the priest told me, that she was mine, I couldn't help myself.

I grabbed her and I smashed my lips against hers, my body exploding as her taste made me go crazy. Her kiss made my mind go blank, yet race with millions of emotions, as her hand placed on my forearm.

She made me crazy. Fuck I loved her.

I loved her so much. Even if it wasn't rational, I fucking loved her.

"You are mine." I said to her, as I kept a mental note of every face that looked at my wife as if she didn't solely belong to me.

Because I would so easily kill for her.

Because she is mine. Mine.