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‘They’re excited? That’s really unusual, yeah, given they really hate me. Do you have any idea why?’ I sent, biting my lip. I stood up and began to pace, hoping Antionette would be able to keep on texting me some answers before I went to bed tonight.
Leaving me hanging on this subject would be emotional torture, after all. Not that I imagined it would be intentional on her part. My wedding was tomorrow, for god’s sake, and this had to come up now? I took several deep breaths, telling myself to calm down.
‘I don’t, I’m sorry. I would be careful though, if you can. Let your security know to be extra vigilant, and all. I wish I didn’t think they would pull anything malicious from all the way over here, but they are of an evil stock. I’m sorry I won’t be able to come, but something has come up,’ Antionette texted me.
I sent back, ‘I understand. I got out of their lives, I wish they would leave me alone.’ I shook my head, narrowing my eyes. It felt like nothing satisfied those harpies. I did everything they wanted, got away from New York, and they were in full bully mode. It was too bad she couldn’t come, but it was a long way to travel for a wedding for someone she didn’t know all that well.
‘If it helps, I don’t think it’s them causing anything. They may have heard something was up and are trying to sniff out some dramatic story. Maybe someone started a rumor about you and James not getting along,’ she sent.
‘Well, we are getting along beautifully,’ I sent back, just having to let out a chuckle there. Perhaps shortly after we left New York, that rumor would have some merit. Now, though? Definitely not. We were in love and very happy, with another child on the way.
I ended the conversation with, ‘We’ll be careful, though. I’ll let James, and our security, know. Thank you for talking to me about this, Antionette.’
Maybe, someday, we could be better friends and even visit each other again. For now, it would take me a little while to have the time. I trusted she’d changed, though. She no longer came across as siding with them at all. Thankfully, she didn’t bring it up.
Rather, she texted, ‘You are very welcome, Becca. Have a nice wedding. Say hi to Alessandro for me. Let me know if he learns any more cuss words.’ At that, I had to chuckle, relaxing just a little bit. I told her I would, then put my phone aside.
Running my hand through my hair, I shook my head, trying not to let tears start to flow. Nothing crazy would happen at the wedding, right? I let out a long sigh and entered my bed, pulling the blankets up and staring at the ceiling.
Eventually, I heard the door open and smiled. James would hopefully know what was going on. I sat up and beamed at him. After we’d situated the final reception plans, he’d gone off to work on business matters while I played with the kids.
“How did everything go?” I asked him, hoping for the best for his success. He was really wanting to get somewhere with his business here, and while I had a fortune, he liked stability just in case something were to happen.
“It went well,” he said cheerfully, removing his clothing and grabbing some night clothes. “I got plenty done, though my thoughts were more on the wedding. It is going to be wonderful tomorrow, Becca,” he said, his voice dripping with happiness.
I grinned, beyond happy at his enthusiasm. Though the stress from my conversation with Antionette still lingered, and I let out a worried sigh as James excused himself to the bathroom. He took a shower before bed while I was left in my thoughts.
The Stepford wives being excited about something I was going through that was positive really put a sharp bite of worry in my mood. They fed on misery, at this point, so I couldn’t help wondering what they knew about my wedding, or if something might happen.
When James finished up his shower and returned to lay in the bed with me, he leaned down and gave me a deep kiss. I closed my eyes, enjoying how he deepened it, and reached up to wrap my arms around him in a tight hug.
Eventually, the kiss had to end, and I was once more left with my thoughts. I lay there facing James, gently running my thumb over his cheek as he smiled at me. He caught onto something, though, and slowly began to frown.
“What’s the matter, love?” James asked, causing me to bite my lip and let out a sigh. Was I worrying over nothing? Would mentioning this stress him out more, too? I decided to not hide what I discovered from him.
“I was texting Antionette,” I said, which caused him to raise a brow. “Well, she texted me first, rather. She’s not going to be able to come to the wedding, but she did tell me something particularly worrisome.”
He nodded, the frown forming on his lips deepening as he thought over my words. “What was it?” he asked in a whisper. He kept his tone neutral, probably not to cause me any more distress since I was probably being obvious.
“The Stepford wives are excited about our wedding for some reason. For the life of me, I can’t figure out why. They hate us, so it can’t be a good reason,” I said, closing my eyes. I felt James run his hand through my hair and smiled a bit.
He said, “Well, whatever it is, I’ll make sure nothing goes wrong. I promise, Becca. I love you so much. This will be a perfect day for us. For our family.” I opened my eyes again and noticed the spark of determination in his gaze.
Then, I smiled, leaning over to give him a deep kiss. “Thank you. I love you too, James.” I trusted him with everything; whatever hurdle we dealt with, he seemed to have the answer. I could rely on him, and I believed him right then.
I let myself fade into a peaceful sleep, my worries evaporating at James’s reassurance.
Giovani.
Everything was going according to plan, and I was beyond happy. There I stood, as James’s best man, wearing a soft smile and my best tuxedo. So many happenings lately landed on my plate, but like I promised James, I took care of them all.
As I looked at my cousin, I felt a warmth in my chest. I genuinely wanted him to be happy. The responsibility of the Don couldn’t be easy to balance with a growing family. I wasn’t greedy or power-hungry. In fact, the prospect of the Don was daunting.
However, I had a feeling James may ask me to take over at some point. I would be there for him if he ever made that decision. For now, I needed to make sure this wedding went as smoothly as possible.
Some of James’s old ‘friends’ wanted to ensure this wedding was less than savory for him. I couldn’t let that happen. I smiled kindly at the butler, my ‘friend,’ as he passed by and turned to acknowledge me. “Sir,” he grumbled. “I don’t know why Becca would choose James.”
“Mmm, me neither,” I said, shaking my head. A lie that so easily slipped from my lips. James had been a prick to Becca for a while, so I’d heard, but they’d worked out their issues and were very happy. He’d learned from his mistakes. I was proud of him.
This butler, who I didn’t even bother remembering the name of… Sylvio, maybe?? I was not so proud of him. He’d come highly recommended, but he was awfully haughty for a butler. Perhaps he would finally serve a purpose and shut the hell up. For good. If I needed someone to take a fall, he’d be sleeping with the fishes soon enough.
He continued to whine for a while until I spotted the cake being put onto the table as everything was being set up. James and Becca would go through the ceremony soon, then it would be on to pictures. The cake would follow soon after.
The wedding cake was tall, with delicate pink frosting that would taste utterly delicious if it wasn’t what I suspected. That’s where my ‘friend’ came in. I interrupted his ranting and rambling by motioning toward the cake. “What about you get your revenge now?”
“Hm?” the butler asked. I put up the facade that I really didn’t like James, something he easily fell for. So when I wore a sinister grin toward him, he fell for it. The man looked over to where I had pointed, then slowly grinned.
“Wouldn’t the groom be pissed if he came out to cut the cake and saw a slice was already missing? He’d probably get so angry, he’d show Becca his true colors, and then she’d leave him. Why don’t you go ahead and try the cake, see if it’s as good as it looks?” I nudged him in the arm with my elbow.
With an enthusiastic grin on his face, the butler went over. This would help me kill two birds with one stone–make sure the cake was safe to eat and either get rid of him or give James a reason to fire him. Becca couldn’t argue with this, even though she seemed to like the guy.
I watched him meander over to the cake and dip a finger in, licking the frosting, before he proceeded to cut himself a slice. No one was looking; I had my own men dissuade anyone from coming over, at the moment, because of a little test I was running. The butler proceeded to pop a bite into his mouth, then another and another.
Then, I waited.
And waited.
Suddenly, the butler gasped, his hands flying up toward his neck, grasping at it as if there was a noose closing on his windpipe. Theoretically, that was exactly what was happening. I shook my head, letting out a sigh. Yep, that confirmed my suspicion.
He fell to the ground, convulsing, some drool falling out from the side of his lips. I walked over, looming there and tilting my head. “You know,” I said, “tasting the cake before the couple is said to be bad luck. Looks like that caught up to you.”
I then stepped back as his eyes widened, letting my men take care of the soon-to-be corpse. Sure, I could have taken some chemical tests to confirm the cake was poisoned, but this was so much more fun. I wore a light smile as the butler was taken away, giving him a tiny wave.
I texted James, ‘The butler you fancied so much seems to have fallen ill, James. Do not worry, I have a backup that’s far better at the job and much nicer. I would have hired them initially, but he didn’t have any openings until today.’
Then, I waited for my associates to get back to me. They would have a clean cake on the table in no less than five minutes. Perfect. I did know the supply chain for that cake, something Becca picked out from her favorite nearby bakery, was compromised.
I’d have some of my men look into that. Thankfully, we replicated the recipe yesterday, and recreated the cake to be almost identical. That part of the wedding would not be interrupted, and only one very obnoxious man would suffer eternal sleep for all their effort.
Why these people were so hooked on James, I had no idea. He was out of their lives, now, but some people couldn’t get revenge out of their heads. Oh well. If I had to send men to the United States to silence them for good, I would. I was getting annoyed enough already.
Especially with this attempt at the wedding disruption. Either way, things would work out. I’d make sure of it. James didn’t have to worry about some pesky enemies that kept trying to take his life on his big day. He had enough to stress over with a kid on the way.
‘We have the cover set up for the butler’s very unfortunate death, right?’ I texted one of my men who I had on the task of getting rid of the body. After confirmation on that end, I nodded, letting myself relax a little. Now, I could enjoy the wedding until phase two.
I took my place where I was supposed to be, letting others direct me. I wasn’t used to weddings, at all, so just went with the flow as I should. James stood at the altar, messing with his collar nervously, his eyes alight with excitement.
He glanced over at me, and I gave him a reassuring smile. This was going to be beautiful.
I felt somewhat bad about hiding this from James on his biggest day, but it wouldn’t be healthy to obsess over it. He already had enough on his plate shielding Becca from the ‘family business’ lately, after all. I would forgo my wine in order to ensure his day went perfectly.
The cake was resolved, and none of the people I cared about would die this day. No one had to know I took out two birds with one stone, either.
I looked down at my phone again, reading, ‘They may be moving out soon. Our intel says there’s going to be a lot of bullets. We can keep them all from hitting the guests.’
