📖 **CHAPTER ELEVEN — "The Mafia Wedding"**
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### 💌 Author Note — From Aish L'Inarrestabile:
> *"Miei cuori criminali (my criminal hearts)... If the legal wedding was silk and contracts, this one is blood and bulletproof devotion. The underworld doesn't care about paperwork — it bows to power. And tonight, every don, every empire, every enemy will watch her become the queen of sin."*
> — *Aish L'Inarrestabile*
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### 🔄 **Recap from Chapter 10 — "The Marriage Contract":**
Aira tried to sign the contract in blood.
Yuvraj stopped her.
> *"I can't give you even a scratch, amore."*
> She signed with ink instead — and added a final note:
> *"I'll be your wife, but never your weakness."*
> Now, the legal wedding is behind them…
> But the **Mafia Wedding** — the underworld ritual — is tonight.
> And there's no priest.
> Just a king, a queen, a dagger, and a room full of people who've all killed for less.
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**AIRA**
They dressed me in red.
Not just any red.
**Blood red.**
The gown was pure silk, fitted like sin, the slit slicing up my leg like a threat.
I wore no jewelry.
Only a gold dagger strapped to my thigh.
And on my lips?
A promise.
I wouldn't bow tonight.
Not to a man. Not to a tradition.
Only to fire.
Only to love.
Only to the devil I married.
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**YUVRAJ**
She walked in like the ceremony was for *her*.
And it was.
The dons fell silent.
Every man in that cathedral-like hall — killers, arms dealers, smugglers, traitors in expensive suits — turned as my wife stepped through the doors.
No veil.
No hesitation.
Just a queen walking to collect her empire.
The head of the Council of Twelve stood between us.
He held the ceremonial blade.
> "Do you swear loyalty to the code?" he asked her.
She didn't blink.
> "No," Aira said.
> "I *am* the code now."
Gasps.
One man actually laughed.
I cocked my head.
Shot him.
Straight through the chest.
Silence returned.
> "Continue," I said calmly.
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**AIRA**
The vow wasn't spoken.
It was bled.
The blade was passed to Yuvraj first.
He sliced his palm. Didn't even flinch.
Then, they turned to me.
I reached for the dagger on my thigh — the one I'd planned to use to stab tradition itself.
I pressed it gently to my hand.
But before I could cut—
**He stopped me.**
His fingers wrapped around my wrist.
> "No."
> "It's tradition."
> "You're not a tradition. You're *mine.*"
> "Yuvraj—"
> "I told you, amore… not even a scratch."
He turned to the Council.
> "She doesn't need to bleed for loyalty.
> She lives it."
And just like that—
He pressed his bloodied hand over mine.
Marked me without pain.
Without a drop of my blood.
And when I looked into his eyes…
I knew.
No man had ever protected me like this.
Not even my family.
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**YUVRAJ**
I sealed the ritual with a kiss.
Not soft.
Not scandalous.
Just real.
Hands on her waist.
Lips on her mouth.
And every other man in the room knowing:
> "If you touch her,
> I will end you."
She kissed me back.
And the world bowed.
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Later that night, the wedding was over.
The guests were gone.
Aira stood on the balcony in her blood-red gown, alone.
Then—
A shot rang out.
A bullet cracked the marble pillar inches from her face.
She didn't scream.
She turned.
**Yuvraj was already there.**
Gun drawn. Eyes on fire.
And he said:
> "Stay behind me, amore.
> Because someone just declared war on my wife."
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### 💌 Author Note — From Aish L'Inarrestabile:
> *"They crowned her in crimson. Kissed like killers. But now? Now the real war begins. Chapter 12: The First Night will show you just how a mafia king loves when he's done sharing her with the world."*
> — *Aish L'Inarrestabile*
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