ENZO'S POV

Dante's organisation was nothing, my organisation was everything, and I was, again, the most feared man in Italy. Although, there were a few people who didn't fear me. One was my beautiful fiancé, who I woke up to every single day, and thanked whatever God that might exist for allowing a man like me to be honoured with such a happiness and joy like Katarina Romanovich, who lay next to me. Another was my best friend, Antonio, who never took me seriously, unless we were in front of company, and never failed to make me laugh. Martha, Katarina's mother, was the final person. Granted, she didn't know what I actually did, but the point still stands: she was not scared of me. Most of the Russians would only be scared of me when I was actually being scary, I guess Martha would never see that, so she doesn't count, but I am not putting any rules on this.

In the end, Katarina wasn't pregnant, and it kind of made us both a little sad, even though initially we were apprehensive about bringing a baby into this world. We had been trying again and again, but she wasn't pregnant yet, although I know these things can take time.

The wedding is next weekend, and it had been about six months since I proposed, so it was pretty well planned, by pretty much everyone in the Russian mafia and the Italian mafia, as well as her mother and father. Most people had a say, because when we couldn't decide on something, we put it out to a vote, although Katarina always got the last word.

This weekend however, was the Bachelor and Bachelorette party, separate, in completely different places, but for the same period of time.

I was, of course, going to Monaco with my boys, Antonio, Pascal and Stefan. Reznikov and Gian are both a bit old, but they have actually become very good friends, and are going to Monaco too, with Vlad and Lomovstev, but will mostly be drinking champagne on a roof terrace somewhere, whereas the boys and I will be doing shots on a yacht with strippers.

"You better not touch a damn stripper Lorenzo Arcaro," scolded Katarina. She only ever calls me Lorenzo if she is angry at me, or trying to be serious, and she only ever calls me Lorenzo Arcaro if it is life or death serious.

"I wouldn't dare!" I grinned, teasing her.

"I swear to God I will call off this wedding and you can live the rest of your loveless life surrounded by as many strippers as you want if you touch one," she folded her arms over her chest, a stone-cold expression on her face.

I went over to her and slipped my arms around her waist, pecking her on the lips. "And what about you and those pool boys hmm?"

Her face went harder, "the pool boys aren't scantily clad, trying to give me a lap dance!"

"And what if they did?" I couldn't stop grinning; I love to tease her.

"I would kick them where the Sun don't shine," she nodded her head slightly.

"That's my baby." She stood on her tiptoes slightly, and kissed me. "I promise," I said, "I won't touch a stripper, only if you give me a lap dance when I'm back, I mean, come on, this is a big sacrifice, I need some kind of reward."

"LORENZO ARCARO," she slapped me across the face, "you prick."

I couldn't stop laughing, she was so funny when she was angry. "I'm joking baby, I promise!"

"You better be."

We had a couple of rounds of amazing sex, before I had to catch my flight, and she had to catch hers. We kissed eachother goodbye, she glared at me one last time, before breaking out into a huge grin when I dotted kisses all over her face, and we got into our cars.

The boys and I flew in the private jet to Nice airport, where two helicopters took us to the various destinations. The other group of boys, with Reznikov and Gian, went to a hotel, and we went to a different one. I had rented an apartment for the weekend for the other group, but for my group, we stayed in my huge penthouse apartment, where I had the largest bedroom, although a large bed with no fiancé to share with is a little lonely. It was only just after lunchtime, so once I had showered and got changed into something a little warmer, I went down into the lounge area, where Stefan was waiting with Antonio.

"Where's Pascal?" I asked.

"Taking forever, as usual," Stefan rolled his eyes.

"That boy!"

"What's the plan for today?" asked Antonio.

"No idea yet," I answered, jumping over the back of the couch to sit on it.

"Well... three of us are single, one of us is going to get married next week, so, maybe..." started Antonio.

"STRIPPERS!" added Pascal, coming into the room with a towel tied around his waist.

"God, get changed you fat ass," shouted Stefan, throwing one of the pillows at Pascal, he ducked, but the towel fell.

"No one wants to see your tiny dick!" complained Antonio, throwing a second pillow at him. Pascal picked up the pillow and used it to cover himself.

"Tell that to your mother," taunted Pascal, causing Antonio to grab his gun from the coffee table, making Pascal jump slightly and shriek, and run back into his room. I couldn't stop laughing the entire way through.

"Nice to see you in a good mood," nodded Antonio.

"I feel fucking great," I laughed.

It wasn't long before Pascal came back, fully dressed, and ready to hit the road. My Rolls Royce that was always in Monaco was in the garage downstairs, and I drove it all the way to Monaco Casino, parking right outside the front door. Various tourists took photos of us, and the car, as many people go to visit the casino just to see the array of expensive cars parked outside. We went inside, into the casino, and played blackjack and poker for a while. I made the most money, then Pascal, surprisingly, Antonio, and Stefan, who was pretty annoyed, but then went and played a couple of rounds of roulette and took the leading position. I had to rectify the situation, which I did, and took back the top spot, and with that we went to the building next door, which was the Café de Paris, and we ate some late lunch/early dinner.

"I have sorted everything for tonight," Antonio informed me.

"Good," I nodded. "If there are strippers, let them know they aren't allowed to touch me, and if they do, I will shoot them."

"Will do boss," grinned Antonio.

"You are whipped," interjected Pascal. I threw him a glare, but it only made him laugh. "Nothing wrong with it," Pascal out his hands up in defence, "it's just the truth!" I rolled my eyes.

That evening we partied till the Sun came up, and the evening after that, and the evening after that, until the long weekend was over. The drugs, alcohol, cigars and strippers were always flowing, although I didn't let any of them touch me, and soon I was back home.

Katarina had gone on a lovely holiday to the Maldives with Laura, her mother, her cousin and aunt. Whilst we were partying, they were drinking cocktails (except Kat just in case she was pregnant) and sunbathing, which was pretty obvious based on the beautiful sun-kissed tan Katarina had on when she walked through our bedroom door.

"You look sexy baby," I said, standing up.

"Stay there," she demanded, going into the shower. Was she angry at me? One way to find out; following her into the shower. If she was angry at me, she definitely wasn't anymore, as we passionately made out and fucked all over the bathroom, God, I missed her sexy body.

After we dried up and I got changed again, she told me to wait on the sofa as she got changed. I could only hope I knew where it was going, and as she stepped out in a red lacy bra and thong, suspender belt and thigh-high stockings attached to the belt, it was going where I wanted it to go; lap dance! She was sexier than any stripped I had seen ever, absolutely damned gorgeous. Once she was finished I just wanted to fuck her again and again, but we had last-minute wedding shit to sort out, so we'd do it later.

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KAT'S POV

It was the day of the wedding. I stood there in a beautiful wedding dress, with a sweetheart neckline, lots of lace, a tight bodice and a skirt which flowed outwards and fell to the floor, with intricate details. My hair was curled slightly and I wore diamonds around my neck, on my ears and around my wrist.

"You look beautiful," my mother said, kissing me lightly on the head.

"Stunning," agreed my father, who was ready to walk me down the aisle. It was sad that my parents could both be there, but Lorenzo had no family alive anymore, that's why he was so close to his friends, because they were basically family.

"You ready?" asked my father, offering me his elbow. I nodded my head and took my arm in his. We made it to the entrance of the church and music started playing, so we started walking. There, waiting at the altar, dressed in a black suit with coattails, looking absolutely stunning, was my husband to be.

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ENZO'S POV

There, walking down the aisle, in a beautiful white dress, looking as gorgeous as ever, was my wife to be.

The priest said some words, we said our vows, we said the I dos and we exchanged rings.

"You may now kiss the bride," the priest said, and kiss her I would. I pulled her hands so she stepped towards me, giggling softly, and I kissed her, softly, but meaningful. Then I whispered in her ear, "I can't wait to fuck you tonight, Mrs Arcaro." That made her giggle even more, and it lit up the room, along with her beautiful smile, that only made me smile even wider.

After the ceremony we went to a nearby reception room, where tables were beautifully laid, with a plethora of flowers and such. We all took our seats and ate the most delicious meal, then it was time for speeches. Her father went first, saying how happy he was for Katarina, and how glad he is that she found me and that I was now part of the family, but just longer and more drawn out. Reznikov also said a few words along similar lines. Then it was Laura's turn, who recalled funny moments from Katarina over the years, especially at the hospital, and told the story of when they first met me. The next to speak was Antonio, my best man, who retold the story of how we first met from my point of view, saying I was absolutely smitten with her the moment we laid eyes on eachother, causing me to punch him under the table. He told embarrassing stories about me, and said that he was proud of Katarina for staying with me even though I tried to poison her with a pancake I had put salt and pepper in, and 'a ridiculous amount of flour', which made everyone in the room laugh.

"Thank you so much for coming today, and thank you to everyone who has helped plan our this amazing day. Thank you also to my father and grandfather-in-law for your endless support and help," I started my speech, "I would also like to thank my mother and father, who were two amazing people, and although they cannot be here today and will never get the chance to meet the love of my life, I know they are looking down on me, and I know they would love her." I squeezed Kat's hand and she smiled up at me. "Today is a day I will always remember because this morning, we were just two people in love, but now we are husband and wife, and I couldn't wish for anything more. This is the beginning of a new journey for us, for the rest of our lives, and I am so excited to start this journey off with my Katarina, Mrs Arcaro," I smiled and she grinned up at me. I continued by thanking everyone, like Antonio, Pascal, Stefan, Gian and others. "My wife is the most wonderful person. She is incredibly clever, and the way her mind works is amazing, but she is also kind, and absolutely gorgeous. I pinch myself every morning that it is this beauty who I get to wake up to. She lights up my entire life, not just with her smile, but with her awful singing in the shower," cue laughter from everyone. "She has changed my life in more ways than one, never failing to make me smile, never failing to make me laugh, and never failing to eat whatever I have cooked her even though it is absolutely awful and I don't know how she does it," laughter, again. "Katarina Arcaro," I turned to look at her, "I love you with all of my heart, and I cannot wait to start this journey of us being married, and I cannot wait to continue our story." She stood up and kissed me.

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KAT'S POV

The first dance was amazing, and it felt like it was just the two of us there in the room. I so wanted to tell him the news, but I thought it could wait. After hours and hours of dancing, we said our goodbyes to everyone, and he carried me bridal-style, considering I was now actually a bride, into our room for the night.

"I love you Enzo," I said, and he looked up at me, taking me face in his hands and kissed me. "I need to tell you something," I said, breaking away from the kiss. He looked concerned though. "I'm pregnant." The delight on his face was unmatched with any delight I had seen ever before, and he grabbed me, picking me up and spinning me around. He unzipped my dress so it fell to the floor, and dropped on his knees, kissing my stomach again and again.

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