by Deja Voss
We finally reach the church, and Fabian and Rafal are waiting outside on the steps, their arms crossed over their chests like a couple of bodyguards. They both look pretty charming in their suits, but I know I nabbed myself the best King of them all.
We get out of the car, and Serafin takes my hand in his, his fingers interlacing with mine, and his palms are so sweaty, it makes me giggle. He’s as nervous as I am.
“What?” he asks, stopping at the foot of the steps.
“You’re sweaty,” I tease.
“Well, look at your armpits,” he says with a wink. I look down and notice a ring of sweat around the beige fabric. I slap my hand over my mouth, mortified. “You look fucking gorgeous, Mia. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’m just lucky I get to be the guy who washes the pit stains out of your clothes for the next hundred years.”
“You do laundry now?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. “And we’re gonna live to be a hundred and thirty? Dear Lord!”
“I’m nervous as hell, Mia,” he says, staring down at his feet and laughing nervously. “My words are coming out all weird.”
“I’m glad,” I say, pulling him in for a hug. “I’m nervous, too. Good nervous, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
The sound of a camera going off jars me from our moment. I look over my shoulder and Magda is standing there with what looks like a professional photographer’s camera, snapping pictures of the two of us.
“I thought it was just supposed to be the four of us,” I whisper.
“We need wedding pictures, Mia. I didn’t want you to regret not having any professionally done, and Magda volunteered.”
I shrug it off, even though it doesn’t sit right with me. I had no idea she even knew anything about photography, but she just seems to be a jack of all trades.
Maybe Magda’s just trying to warm Fabian up to the idea of getting married someday. Maybe she thinks if she’s here with him during our wedding, it’ll put him in the mood. I turn and wave at her, and quickly wonder if she’s good enough at Photoshop to take care of my pit stains.
“If you want me to leave, I will, Mia. This is your day,” she says, and I wonder if mind reader is one of those many trades she’s an expert at. “Fabian was supposed to tell you!”
“No, I am thankful to have you here,” I say. “I’d rather not rely on Rafal’s selfie skills to document my big day.”
“They’d probably just be pictures of your butt. And your feet,” Fabian says, laughing.
“Her feet are not my type, man,” Rafal says. “I like them a little bit bigger.”
“You’re disgraceful,” Serafin says. “You keep your perverted eyes off my wife’s feet.”
These guys always know how to make me laugh. I feel a lot less nervous than I did only a few minutes ago.
“You ready to do this?” Serafin turns to me and I take a deep breath. Rafal and Fabian hold the doors to the church open and I nod enthusiastically.
I squeeze his hand as we take the stairs to the start of our dream life.
Real life.
A queen and her king.
THE END
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COMING THIS APRIL
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
I’ve always been the top of my class, a real go getter, the hardest worker, climbing my way up the ranks of the Polish Intelligence Agency in record time.
Now I’m screwing up my most important undercover assignment yet, and it’s not because I can’t get the information I need to shut down the Kings of Krakow once and for all...
It’s because I don’t want to.
Fabian is a lot of things - a ruthless enforcer, a man of questionable morals, a dominant alpha who pushes me to my limits both behind closed doors and every chance he gets at Club Taboo, but I know in my heart there’s more to him than the criminal empire he works for.
For the first time in my life, I am alive...
probably because if he finds out who I am, I'm as good as dead.
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