Chapter 14 - On Our Wedding Day, Vincent Told Me the One Thing He Had Never Been Brave Enough to SayThe wedding was small.
Family.
Friends.
Bakery employees.
A few former associates who had become legitimate businessmen.
Vincent stood at the altar.
When I walked toward him, his eyes filled with tears.
After the ceremony, he whispered:
“You changed my life.”
“You changed mine.”
“I was supposed to die in that alley.”
“I know.”
“And you stepped between me and twelve guns.”
“I was angry.”
He laughed.
“You were brave.”
“I was stupid.”
“Maybe.”
He kissed my forehead.
“But you were mine.”
I smiled.
The woman who had once thought she was nothing more than a tired baker now stood beside the most feared man in Chicago.
But I didn't marry a mafia boss.
I married Vincent.
The wounded man behind the legend.
May you like
The man who learned that love wasn't weakness.
And I learned that sometimes the person you rescue ends up rescuing you too.
