episode 3
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chapter 3 ---- the wedding
The church was dripping in gold and white, chandeliers casting warm light over guests dressed in the finest suits and gowns.
To everyone else, it was a grand mafia wedding—two families bound together in wealth and power.
To Elliot, it felt like a funeral.
His hands trembled as he stood at the altar, the weight of the tailored white suit suffocating him.
His brother’s life hung in the balance somewhere in a hospital room, and the man he was about to marry… was the one person in the room who looked utterly bored.
Rafael leaned lazily against the altar’s polished wood, black suit perfectly cut to his frame.
He didn’t look at Elliot—he was watching the crowd, eyes scanning like a predator searching for prey.
When the officiant’s voice finally called for the vows, Rafael’s head turned, and for the first time that morning, he gave Elliot his full attention.
Not the kind of attention that warmed, but the kind that made your blood run cold.
The officiant waited for the groom’s vow. Rafael’s lips curved in a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
Rafael D’Amato🖤( ml )
I vow
Rafael said, voice deep and clear for everyone to hear
Rafael D’Amato🖤( ml )
To keep you where I can see you. To make sure you never forget who owns you. And if you ever think of running… I’ll break more than your wrist.
The crowd gave a nervous chuckle, thinking it was some dark joke. Elliot knew better.
When it was time for the rings, Rafael didn’t simply take Elliot’s hand—he grabbed his wrist in the same crushing hold as before, making Elliot’s knees weaken under the pain. His thumb pressed against the same spot he’d hurt days ago, drawing a silent gasp from Elliot.
Rafael D’Amato🖤( ml )
Smile
Rafael murmured under his breath, teeth grazing Elliot’s ear in a mock show of affection for the cameras.
Rafael D’Amato🖤( ml )
Or I’ll give them a reason to wonder why the bride is crying.
The gold band slid onto Elliot’s finger, heavy as a shackle. The crowd clapped. The priest declared them married.
Rafael didn’t kiss him gently. He crushed their mouths together in something that felt more like a warning than love, his hand still gripping Elliot’s wrist like a chain.
And just like that, Elliot’s prison sentence began—with silk ribbons and wedding bells.
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