Cruel Enforcer by Maggie Cole
Epilogue
Sergey
Maksim straightens my light-pink bowtie."It's almost time."
I can't help grinning like an idiot. I've not stopped smiling since I woke up. My cheeks hurt from the strain.
Boris passes out vodka shots and holds his in the air. "Nostrovia!"
"Nostrovia," the room of men repeat, and we all down shots of Beluga vodka.
Killian winces. "When are you going to learn to drink real alcohol?" He chases it with his flask of whiskey.
Boris pats him on the chest. "It'll put hair on your chest."
Dmitri puts his hand on my shoulder. "There's one rule to marriage you must never forget."
"Don't cheat, or she has a right to beat you to death?" Nolan calls out across the room, already slightly tipsy.
Dmitri grunts. "Happy wife, happy life."
"Nostrovia," Boris says and takes another shot.
Darragh takes a drag of his pipe and goes into a coughing fit. When his eyes are bloodshot, teary, and red marks speckle his handkerchief, he says, "Don't forget anniversaries, birthdays, or that time of the month."
"That time of the month?" Declan asks.
"Yeah. You know, when to stay out of the house. Your auntie is one hell of a nasty woman once a month. Menopause hits, and she still reserves her monthly right to gripe and nag me."
"Dad, when doesn't Mom nag?" Liam asks.
He swats his head. "Watch your tone. That's your mother."
Liam groans.
There's a knock on the door. The wedding officiant sticks his head in the room. "Ready?"
"Yep." My stomach erupts in nervous butterflies.
She's going to be my wife.
More pain from smiling hits my cheeks as happiness soars through me.
The room clears out as the other men go to take their seats. My brothers and I make our way to the chapel where we stand at the front and I wait for Kora to appear. She wanted a small wedding. It made me happy. I made sure she told me exactly what she wanted before voicing my approval over her choices, but everything she decided coordinated with what I deep down imagined.
When the music changes and the doors open, my breath is stolen.
Jesus. She wore pink.
My cock hardens, watching my soon-to-be wife glow in a pale-pink, form-fitting wedding dress. Her elegant shoulders and arms are bare. She carries a bouquet of white roses. Her hair is up, and a white veil trails past her shoulders.
Kora walks alone, confident, her eyes focused only on me. She didn't want anyone to give her away. I love her ability to do this independently.
"You're my only man. No one else has been. I don't want to pretend," she had said.
There's my piranha.
When I finally can take her hands, the nerves in my belly disappear. I inhale her floral scent and lean into her ear. "You wore pink to distract me from our vows?"
Her lips twitch.
"You look stunning. As soon as this is over, I'm getting under that dress, my lapa."
She blushes and murmurs back, "Yes, sir."
I groan inside.
This is my wife.
We say our vows, promising to always love, cherish, and respect each other until the day we die. No one else could say those words to me and have it affect me like it does when Kora says it.
"You may kiss your bride," the officiant says.
I take my wife in my arms and give her a kiss bordering indecent, until she's breathless and moans in my mouth.
"I'm pleased to introduce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Sergey Ivanov!"
The guests all cheer, and I lead my beautiful bride down the aisle and out into the beautiful summer air. I kiss her again, and our wedding party joins us, then the other guests all come to give us their congratulations.
Every moment of our day is perfect. When the night turns to the next day, we get in the car and head to the airport for our honeymoon.
"There's too much of this dress," I laugh, pulling the pink fabric up before finding her panties. I run my finger over her wet slit and grunt when I discover her crotchless panties. "You're the perfect wife."
She kisses me and slides over my erection, and we both groan, as if in relief. All night I tried to get her alone and couldn't.
I fist her hair and pull her head back. "I can't wait to lick your pretty pink pussy tonight," I murmur in her ear.
"Yes," she breathes and circles her hips faster.
The divider window cracks open. "Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt, but your brother just called. Maksim said you need to call him now." He puts the divider back up.
Kora stops moving, and goose bumps pop out on her skin. "What could be so important?"
"I don't know." I pull out my phone and hit the button. I stroke Kora's cheek.
"Sergey. You can't go," Maksim states.
"What are you talking about?"
"Meet us at the hospital. One of Zielinski's guys just shot Adrian. They don't think he's going to make it."
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