All Chapters of Kidnapped By The Mafia King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

—Damian— Having a small wedding in our circles was a social faux-pas, especially if a Don married, but I was glad Tristan and Eleanor had chosen to keep it in the family. It made the preparations less complicated, particularly the safety measures. Of course, it would have been even less hassle if Tristan hadn’t chosen to invite Ellie’s cousin. “I don’t trust him,” I said quietly as Tristan got dressed in one of the guestrooms in my wing. He wasn’t supposed to see Ellie before the ceremony. Kate and Ellie were really adamant about it. Kate had been going absolutely overboard taking on the entire organization of the decoration, cooking, song selection, and everything else. Tristan closed the last button of his black dress shirt. “Neither do I, but Mateo would do anything for his cousin. I see how close Samuel and Isabella already are, even though they’re still small. Ellie and Mateo have formed a bond all their lives. He won’t do anything that could hurt her.”

—Ellie— The wedding was scheduled for late afternoon. I chose a Boho-style dress without pearls or a bodice. The top was knitted with a V-neckline, and the skirt flowed freely around my body, touching the ground in soft waves. My hair was down and fell in untamed curls around my shoulders. I allowed myself another moment to regard my reflection. Today I was absolutely certain of my love for my future husband. Tristan held my heart in an iron grip, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Love can bloom in the darkest place, and ours did wildly, freely, untamable. I hadn’t thought it possible to feel that way for someone; occasionally I’d dreamed of it or foolishly hoped for it, but I knew it to be a rare gift in our circles. I left our bedroom and walked through the silent hallways of the mansion, a place that had become my home and a safe haven for Isabella and Samuel. Russo. A name we all would carry with pride. A name that our kids would always be able

—Damian— The wedding ceremony passed without incident and Ellie was very happy about her cousin’s presence, which led to my brother being happy as well. Seeing Tristan content at all was a rare experience, so I tried to make peace with Mateo’s attendance. There would be enough time to kill him later once Ellie had gotten used to being without him. I didn’t miss Adam’s furious eyes when he saw one of his tormentors. He hadn’t argued when Tristan and I had asked him if it was okay for Mateo to attend. I made my way over to him, while Ellie and Tristan talked to Mateo. Adam stood off to the side, smoking. Tristan and I had given up trying to bring an end to this habit. He was almost sixteen, old enough to decide for himself. Taking another drag, he tore his eyes from Mateo when he noticed me. “Are you all right?” I asked. “Sure,” he murmured. Then put out the cigarette on his forearm where the burn scars marred his tattoo. I gripped his wrist hard to st

—Kate— A couple of days after the wedding, Ellie, Anna and I poured ourselves glasses of champagne and settled on the sun chairs. We still had a few leftover bottles from the wedding and now that Fabian had asked for Anna’s hand, we had reason to celebrate. “I still can’t believe he asked me to marry him,” Anna whispered, beaming at the diamond ring on her finger. “The wedding seemed to motivate him,” Ellie said with a smile. I raised my glass. “See, I told you he would ask.” Within the first hour we started our second bottle, and somehow we ended up talking about sex. The alcohol helped lower our inhibitions, though Ellie was definitely the one with the least problems to discuss those matters, which wasn’t that strange considering who she was married to—being around Tristan all the time, you just got desensitized. “What was the strangest place where you’ve had sex?” Ellie asked over her glass, her eyes glowing with mischief. Anna considered that with

—Kate— It was mid-June when I was on my way to take a swim. I’d come to love getting in a workout in the pool early in the morning like Damian and it helped me relax. Spotting Adam leaning against the wall all by himself, I went over to him. Adam’s eyes were almost feverish as I settled beside him. I guessed he’d only just returned from wherever he’d spent the night. He’d been even more withdrawn since the wedding. Maybe seeing Mateo had done something to him after all. He took another drag from his cigarette before he glanced at me. It took his gaze several seconds to fully focus on me; he had taken something. The look in his eyes could only be from drugs and I didn’t think it was only weed. “Adam?” “Yeah?” he croaked. “What’s wrong? You can tell me, you know you can trust me.” He nodded toward the burn scars on his forearm. It was the first I’d seen him with short sleeves in a while and my stomach tightened when I saw the many small cigarette burns that hadn