Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Radimir, resplendent in his dove gray suit, had been saying something to Gennadiy, his best man. As he heard the doors open, he turned to face me. My world seemed to narrow down to just him. As his eyes met mine, his chest lifted and filled and his eyes, normally so cold, gleamed with...joy?
I swallowed and nearly stumbled, my heart suddenly hammering. No. Don’t let yourself hope. But I couldn’t help it.
I tried to remember how to put one foot in front of the other. In the cream and silver gown, with my hair tamed into shining copper waves and a silver tiara sparkling, I did feel like a princess, just like how I’d imagined it as a kid. But now I wasn’t sure what I was walking towards.
I arrived beside him. I could feel that powerful, magnetic presence pulsing into me: it was impossible to not look up at him. But I was terrified of what I’d see. What if I’d imagined it?
As the officiant greeted us and started to speak, I slowly turned my head and looked up at Radimir, barely daring to breathe...and saw him gazing down at me, his jaw set, raw determination in his eyes. What does that mean?! The officiant’s words faded out as we stared at each other. And then we reached the vows.
Gennadiy passed Radimir a neatly printed card to read. Jen stepped forward and gave me mine.
Radimir glanced down at the card in his hand...then crushed it in his fist and let it fall. I jerked like someone had touched me with a live wire. What the fuck is this?
Radimir looked out across the sea of faces. The rich and the powerful. The other mafia families.
And then he turned away from them and focused only on me. He took my hands, his fingers gloriously warm. “Bronwyn,” he began. I’d never get tired of how his accent carved my name. “Some things...aren’t easy to say, at least not for me. But I never meant you to suffer because I wasn’t brave enough to say the words. And I’m sorry.” The crowd murmured but he ignored them. I stood there staring up at him, beyond shocked. Was this him, was this really Radimir saying these things?
His voice was warm and even though he spoke haltingly, his tone was certain. This was from the heart. “So now I want—I need you to know…” —he drew my hands towards him and squeezed my fingers. “I love you. I’ll never stop loving you.”
I drew in a huge, trembling breath, my whole body filling up with silvery excitement. Tears sprang to my eyes, but they were happy tears. I wasn’t capable of speech, and just gave a kind of sob, squeezing his hands. And then I saw the fear in his eyes, and oh God he doesn’t know, “I love you too!” I blurted, grabbing his hands and pressing them into a ball. Radimir’s face, always so controlled, broke into a huge, dumb grin. Off to my left, I heard Baba sob in delight and Jen gave an adoring Oh!
We turned to the officiant, who was grinning at us. “Do you have the rings?” he asked Gennadiy.
Gennadiy handed the rings to Radimir. Radimir went to put the ring on my finger, but my hand was shaking so much, he had to hold it firm. “Hold still,” he told me, mock-gruffly, and people laughed, I laughed, even he was smiling and he never smiled. I was drunk on happiness, bursting with it, and then oh God, the ring was sliding up my finger and nestling against my engagement ring and I was his, forever.
Then it was my turn to take the much bigger ring and slide it onto his finger. And he’s mine. Forever. Without words, we touched our rings together and then knitted our fingers.
“By the power vested in me by the state of Illinois, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,” said the officiant.
Radimir flipped my veil back over my head, leaned down and kissed me. Everyone was cheering and applauding, and it felt like I was flying. All the excitement and happiness I’d always thought would be there on my wedding day, everything that had been missing, was suddenly filling me up, from toes to the top of my head, and I wanted to whoop. I settled for tangling my hands in Radimir’s hair and pulling him down into the kiss, and it felt like we were spinning together, right up to the ceiling.
When we finally broke the kiss, I stared up at him, panting in disbelief. He loves me. And then I felt the weight of the ring on my hand. He’s my husband.
The photographer took us outside for photographs, working quickly because it was freezing. But cuddled up to Radimir’s side, I didn’t feel the cold at all. There were speeches: first one from Gennadiy, short but heartfelt, about his brother. Then a much longer, meandering but very funny speech from Mikhail, who seemed to be made for moments like this, with his easy-going nature and his infectious laugh. I couldn’t help noticing, though, that his stories were all drawn from Radimir’s childhood, with nothing past his teenage years. What happened to him? To Gennadiy and Valentin, to all of them?