Marco

The last time I had walked down the aisle of the cathedral had been on my wedding day. Looking back now, it felt like eons ago, even though it had only been months. Then, I was smartly dressed in an expensive black tux with matching shiny shoes.

I may have been the happiest that day. I was getting married to the woman of my dreams. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I didn’t have a care in the world.

Everyone was here—Nonna was at the front pew grinning from ear to ear. Even my men, who were usually always on guard, were relaxed that day....