The Don's Runaway bride

e worst day

days of my life. Because I'm very certain that with my

nd well-celebrated. When I got the opportunity to share my thoughts about the struggles our dear town was facing

nitely. But the damage had been done, and unknown to me, the man I wrote a

t, a demon, even. Ruthless, merciless, bloody, monstrous. He kills for a living and he

hought I was doing the right thing for my father, not until he informed me that a ma

y Pietro Eppolito and as it seems

PTE

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n Pietro Eppolito barged in. He walked ove

er didn't seem to affect him. His bod

re summoned. It turned out to be about a union between me and Pietro Epp

elled at him. "You don't ca

married, Aria."

to this man?" I pointed at

e of you. What e

azy yawn from the devil. "Haven't you asked around? Surely you

r pain. "It's not up to me; I c

t selfish, narcissistic prick had me cornered, and he must have

ght him staring at me. "He's right," Pi

d to my father to plead my case again, but t

" But my father stared blankly at me. "You're the Mayo

promised to be faithful

o. "Why are you doing this? I have a job; I have plans for myself, and I have dreams. You can't

ather's direction had the older man scrambling out of hi

with the way you're begging, I would have moved heaven and earth to make

it before any tears could fall. "I can't d

an instant, like a rolling

fusing to talk. "Wh

en like trash. You hurt people." I would have kept talking if he hadn't p

ging you down the aisle while you scream your lungs out, if tha

humiliate m

y heart wanted to explode, a

us. Because I wouldn't advise anyone to accept his help, even in such a dire situation." Pietro quoted a paragraph from the journal I wrote

my eyes tracking his tongue as it darted out to moisten his lips.

c," he said. "You'll

pping me with no escape until it became too late. He brought his face down until we w

started, "do you

A groan escaped my lips, shocking me. His hand came up to cup the other side of my face, then slid

His hand slid underneath my top and made contact with the skin of my stomach. The

t, fingers digging into my skin

touching you." His fingers teased the skin at th

ng to him like I was drowning and he was my lifeguard or lifeboat. Tha

d, he pressed me against his body until I felt his erection against my stomach. My

nto me, you want me?" His voice was ragged with hi

" I le

care about, starting from your dear father." He added,

walked away, leaving me