Sold To the Grizzly Don (Alcee and Bruno) novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183

Tito and Bastiano came into the area and came to a stop when they saw her.

“Oh, Alcee, you look incredible.” Tito gushed and moved to kiss her cheek. “People may die today.”

“What? Why?” Amal asked as she tucked her arm into his elbow and pulled him towards the entrance.

“Because Torquato might cry at the sight of her and the Don can’t have people knowing he has emotion.” Bastiano said with a kiss to Alcee’s cheek before he took Susana’s arm. “Also, we all took slaps to the head from Brunella and Torq loudly commented to spare the rod and spoil the child, especially in the house of God and now we’re all in trouble with her.”

Alcee giggled as her friends began walking down the aisle ahead of her, the four of them sporting wide happy grins as they did so. She looked at Cicciù who nodded, “I’m ready.”

“Good girl,” Cicciu praised her. “If you’re nervous about the crowd, focus on the only people who matter at the front of the church. Your son and your husband.”

As they stepped into the aisle and the familiar strains of the traditional wedding march began, Alcee found herself doing exactly as Cicciu suggested. Her heart clenched as she looked at Antero, standing proudly next to his father and Avalanche. She giggled as she considered Avalanche was wearing a bow tie. Clearly her son didn’t think a bow tie on a female dog was untoward. Antero’s mouth pulled to the side and his ears turned red and the flare of his nostrils, all signs he was feeling emotional.

“Mom! You look like an angel!” The comment drew a scattering of chuckles as Antero’s fingers flexed on the neck of his dog, and he looked up at his father. “Look at her, Dad. Look at my mama. She’s beautiful.”

Her eyes darted from Antero to the large man standing beside him and a flash of déja–vu, bringing her back to the first time she’d brought Antero to meet Torq in his offices. His index finger flexed at his thigh as he tried to control his hands. Like Antero, his mouth was tugging to one side as if struggling to restrain his emotions. His ears were reddening, and his nostrils were flared, his chest heaving as he sucked in a loud breath.

“You are right, Antero,” he spoke to his son, but he stared at Alcee as she walked towards him surely and with purpose, “she is beautiful, but I don’t think even heaven has angels as pretty as your mama is.”

She heard Lorita’s sighed “awe” at the compliment, but she wasn’t looking at anyone but the man waiting for her. His eyes were laser focused, and he was drinking her in the same way she was him. He loomed large on the small altar of the church. His wide frame nearly blocking out the priest behind him entirely. Her eyes flicked to his hand as he involuntarily reached for her before he shoved his hand behind his back. Her groom was nervous, and it made her heart skip with joy.

“Who presents this woman to be married?”

“I do,” Cicciu said proudly, He lifted Alcee’s hand and put it in Torq’s and then unscripted, he looked at their hands together. “I put her hand in your large one Torquato. Look at how your hand engulfs hers. She fits in your palm. Your hands should be her refuge and something she reaches for in times of joy, sorrow, and fear. Use them to protect her and love her.”

“I will Dad.” Torq’s voice cracked as he smiled at his father. “I love you, Dad.”

“I love you,” Cicciu clapped him on the shoulder and then turned away to take his spot next to Brunella who was already dabbing at her eyes with

her tissues.

Alcee stepped up to Torq and couldn’t look away from him. “Hello.”

*You are breathtaking.” He sputtered out. “I don’t even know how I’m speaking because I think my heart has stopped from the minute I saw you step to the aisle. His hands were shaking around hers, “I once went into a room with thirty of my enemies and no back–up around and I wasn’t scared an ounce. Waiting for you to step into that doorway,” he inclined his head in the direction of the door, “and thinking of everything I’ve done to piss you off as of late,” he shot a look at Avalanche, “and I was pretty scared you weren’t coming.”

She smiled at him, “I wasn’t nervous at all.

*N***

*Lying in a church is a sin,” Brunetta tossed out and cared some laughs,

“Well, maybe a little nervous but then I saw you here and I knew I was walking into exactly what I wanted

Chapter 183

The priest cleared his throat and Torq shot him a look. The priest backed up.

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