He nodded, seemingly satisfied.
“You’re going marry the cocksucker?”
“Yeah. He turned out to be alright. So no more hitting him in the chops, okay?”
“Love tap,” her father muttered.
Since they had reached a pretty good place in their relationship, Sinead didn’t push it.
“You want to walk me down the aisle or whatever he’s got set up?”
“That’s why I’m here. This is some place. At least you’re marrying up. My father always told me it’s just as easy to love a rich girl as it is a poor girl.”
Sinead didn’t mention that this place was just a sliver of the empire Declan controlled. She also didn’t mention she and Dec had talked about finding her dad a security job in one of his holdings. Something nice and legit.
But that was a fight for a later date. Now it was time to get hitched.
* * *
Dec looked around the room and raised a glass, tapping a spoon gently. “Everyone, a toast to my lovely bride.”
Cheers were offered and everyone lifted their glasses in salute.
“I thought you wanted to call me your wife,” Sinead reminded him.
He lowered his voice. “I can’t call you my wife until I’ve consummated the marriage. For now you’re my bride.”
“Are you for real?”
Yes, he thought. He was real. His very real self that only she allowed him to be.
“There is only one question that remains.”
“And that is?”
“Do you want to make love or get fucked on your wedding night?”
His bride smiled with a little glimmer in her eye. “Both.”
“There is my clever girl.”