Mafia Wars (Rewriting)

11. Wedding Bells

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Lorenzo sipped his whisky, his fingers stroking the ridges of the glass as a way to ease his mind. In no shorter time he would be married and would have united two of the biggest organisations in the world to a lifetime of peace. He understood his duty, his reservations were long buried now. This was not something that could be discussed or an arrangement that could satisfy him. It was truth and absolute, Lorenzo and Emilia would join to be one.

He thought about her in that moment, he wondered what she was thinking and feeling. If her mind was plagued with regret and distress at the thought of walking towards her doom. He grunted in thought 'Don't drown your sorrows Lorenzo' called Roderigo. He stood tall by the door, his hands in his trouser pockets with his usual neutral expression painted on his face. Roderigo looked just like Emilia but his eyes held a coldness to them, hardened by war.

'I've only had one' Lorenzo grumbled, his eyes still staring at the fiery liquid swirling in the crystal glace between his fingers. 'We need to speak about Emilia' Roderigo said, he placed himself in one of the chairs by the wall, his posture relaxed and expression taut. Lorenzo placed his glass on the table, his dark eyes finding the shadow of his beloved's brother in the corner of the room. 'What about her?' he hummed, his fingers tightening between each other. 'Emilia is our youngest and only sister...' he started, his brows furrowing at the words

'And despite what many think, we have only tried to protect her and I swear my life by it but do not be mistaken...' He cleared his throat, his hands calmly sat on top of his thighs as he spoke. 'I will protect her even from you' his voice was tranquil but his words held a deadly whisper, a hiss that should not be ignored. Lorenzo stayed silent, drinking in the words of his future brother in law, honouring the wrath he could invoke if he ever wronged the Spanish Princess. 'It is my duty now to protect her' Lorenzo voiced, he stood from his seat now. The amber drink making his throat warm with liquid courage, as he left Roderigo behind and headed towards the altar.

Lorenzo walked past his father and Emilia's, not in the mood to listen to their last threats of what would happen if this arranged marriage did not happen. He decided he would enjoy it, he would enjoy seeing another beauty to the dark haired woman he had gotten to know. How her blue eyes would hopefully glitter as he drank in her gorgeous face or how she might twiddle her fingers in nervousness as she approached him. He stood at the altar awaiting his fate, the one everyone painted as ruin but in truth was freedom

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Emilia stood in front of the long golden mirror taking in her tight expression. 'Smile' her cousin Carmen condemned, her smile false and full of malice. Emilia followed her request, her lips pulling at the corners and revealing white teeth hidden behind pink satin lips and despite the stopping smile, she was not convinced. 'Breathe prima breathe' comforted Camilla, her hands resting on Emilia arms and her chin leaning on her shoulder. Emilia followed her words, a small smile rolling on her lips as she admired her reflection. She had spent the morning following the traditions of marriage and her family. Her hands slid to her thigh where her garter sat comfortably beneath her dress, fear slightly humming in the back of her mind at the fact that everyone expected Lorenzo to peel it from her body.

Deep down she didn't mind but she thought it maybe wrong. Shaking her head she glanced at herself one more time before replying. 'I can do this' she chanted to herself, in reply to Camilla, who smiled back at her warmly. 'Exactly you can do this and if you don't we can run away to somewhere hot and sunny and live in those sheds by the beach' she giggled. 'I can't live in a shed Camilla' Emilia scolded jokingly, her eyebrows folding in faux annoyance. She squeezed her cousins hand 'Thank you. I love you' she confessed, thankful that she had someone so supportive by her side. 'I love you too' Camilla replied but a slight knock at the door interrupted them