Well, you might think I’m dumb to marry anyone, but they don't know the plan. I didn't marry just anyone. Ian is a general surgeon, and his skills will help me in so many ways. The added bonus? His brother is not just any police officer but the head of the police station that falls in my area. It was pure coincidence that he turned out to be Ian’s brother. That damn officer has fucked up my life over the last few months, but now I’ve got my hands on a real jackpot. I could’ve killed that asshole, but I didn’t want the blood of an officer on my hands. Besides, if I can control Ian, I can control his brother too. My shipments can be delivered or shipped with no problem.

And if I became his brother’s husband, he wouldn’t harass me by stalking me as much. He might even stop harassing me altogether. Ian would never tell the truth; he cares too deeply for his brother and himself.

"Sir, are you sure about your decision?" Mika asks.

Mika is my bodyguard and also my right hand. He's half Italian, half American—well, it’s a long story about his mom and dad, but let’s skip that. He's as tall as me, but more muscular, with black wavy hair and hazel eyes. If I weren’t related to Mika in any way, I’d probably fall for him deeply. He’s a year older than me and has been working for me since I was 18. Being a mafia’s child and the successor of the clan, it’s obvious to have a bodyguard at a young age. Mika has always taken my side, fought for me, and he’s also my best friend, the only one I trust with my whole heart. He’s done things for me that even my father couldn’t, and he’s like a brother to me.

"Have I ever made a wrong decision, Mika? No, right? *Fidati del mio istinto* (trust my instincts)," I say in Italian.

Forty-five minutes later, I’m ready. The Reverendo Don is downstairs waiting for me and Ian.

Five minutes pass, and I hear him—*that* man walking down the stairs. Ian, still in his dirty clothes. The guards and a few members of the inner circle start whispering, their vague, muttering voices filling the room like an annoying hum. I hate being the subject of gossip in the clan. These people are the most worthless pieces of shit, but I have to keep them around because they’re my father’s dearest friends or acquaintances. As soon as I see Ian, I don’t waste a minute—I sprint towards him, grab his wrist, and drag him to our room. I throw him onto my bed harshly.

I am a very short-tempered guy, and patience is something I seriously lack. As I move towards him, I see fear in his eyes.

"Just because I talk calmly and gently with you doesn’t mean I can’t do anything to you. I’ll fucking kill you, and no one would ever find your body. So if you don’t want to end up like that, you better obey my orders," I say, my voice cold and cutting.

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He starts crying, and all I can think is, *Omg, he is such a fucking crybaby. Who cries at 26? It’s fucking annoying.*

"I want at least my brother to be at my marriage. How do you expect me to react when you tell me just an hour before that I have to marry you and stay with you for the rest of my life? It’s... it’s killing me inside that I can’t even call my brother on such an important day of my life, and I would rather die than marry a murderer like you," he says, bringing his hands to cover his mouth quickly, fear rising in his eyes.

"Just so you know, I ain’t dying to get married to you either. You’re just an object that I’ll be using for my benefit. Now be downstairs in five minutes. Go and change into that suit and come down," I order.

He starts crying loudly, clutching his chest, and while I don’t give a damn, I have to admit he’s right. As a normal human, it’s obvious to want your family at your big day. I have no family to recall. My father has always been busy with his life, never bothering to praise me or scold me himself. He would always send his right hand, Uncle Jacob, to my meetings, and if I did something wrong, Uncle Jacob would calm the situation down. I simply started to think of my father as dead.

*Calling his brother, Ben, to our wedding would be fun,* I think to myself. The look on Ben’s face will be the best thing I’ll see today—that fucking officer will know who has the power now.

While Ian gets ready, I wait outside, giving him a bit of privacy. He comes out, wearing the suit. The shirt is a bit tight on him, and the buttons are doing their job perfectly. The red and black contrasting tuxedo suits him, and the golden details complement his face and body. Trust me, I’ve never seen someone look this good in a suit—not even me.

I come out of my thoughts as he walks closer to me. I’m wearing an all-black tuxedo with some silvery details. It fits me properly, making me look like the groom, while Ian looks like the bride.

We leave the room and go downstairs, standing near the Reverendo Don. I signal Mika to call Ben over, and soon enough, Ben arrives. The look on his face is priceless—I’d probably pay a million dollars to see it again.

"What the hell, you fucking bastard! Leave my brother’s hand, you asshole! How dare you touch him?" Ben shouts angrily, trying to pull Ian away from me. He even attempts to punch me, but I duck—there’s no way I’m letting anyone damage my face. He stops, turning to Ian, his anger turning into a desperate plea.

"Ian, what are you doing here, kiddo? What did he do to you? Why are you holding his hand? Tell me, fucking answer me! What is all this decor, and why are you wearing suits?" Ben’s voice trembles, on the verge of a breakdown.

"I... I love him. I love him, brother, and I just decided to marry him, that’s it. He didn’t do anything to me. It’s okay. We love each other, and I knew you would oppose this, so I never told you. I knew you hated him—all those nights you spent finding even one little thing about him. You hated him so much that I never dared to speak to you about him. So today, I just decided to marry him and call you directly here," Ian lies so smoothly that even I’m shocked.

Without wasting time, I tell the Reverendo Don to start the wedding, but just then, a large object crashes into the mansion, making the walls shake.

'Can anything be normal in my life, just once?' I think, gritting my teeth as I brace myself for whatever’s coming next.