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That’s right – I have an eight-foot train, but it’s detachable so I won’t get tangled up in it when it’s time to dance.

I wish I had more friends and family to invite, but that’s okay. I’ll have my men, and I’ll have Flora.

And Kat. My new friend made my dream look come to life and is currently sitting up front near the Pakhan. Yes, she’s Greek. Yes, she has once again been seated with the Russians. But…my side is damn near empty.

She’s my friend, damn it. I’ll have her sit wherever I want, regardless of bloodline or loyalties.

Kato hadn’t done a terrible job when he originally started the plans for the wedding – I just made sure it was polished and something straight out of a fairy tale.

All three of my men are wearing matching tuxes without a single difference. I even made sure they’re wearing matching underwear. This wedding is to legally tie me to Kato, but I’m marrying all three of them today.

“You sure you want to do this?” Flora whispers when the music switches over. It’s her cue to step through the door before me. She jerks her chin at her guards. “My guys can get you out of here and back to my house before anyone notices you’re missing.”

“Flora,” I say with a roll of my eyes. I can’t hide my smile, though. There’s too much humor in her eyes to take her seriously.

Oh, I know she really would have her guards speed away with me if I asked, but she knows there isn’t a thing in this world short of death that could keep me from finally marrying the men I’ve loved my whole life.

She leans forward and plants a quick peck on my cheek before grinning sweetly. “See you down there.”

The doors sweep open, and she steps forward. I wait a few more moments until the music fades. I’d chosen the standard Canon in D for her walk.

But for me…

The violin notes of At Last by Etta James begins. It might be cliché for a wedding, but it sure as hell fits for the four of us.Because, after four years, after so many forces doing their best to keep us apart, we’re here.

At last.

I wait until the singer I hired sings the first line before nodding for the doors to open, then take my first step toward my future.

Everyone is standing, my side super empty with the exception of the Pakhan, a few of his guards, Kat, and the team who helped plan all of this. Yep. That’s it.

But the three most important people to me are standing up front, looking so delicious in their tuxes. We saw each other before leaving the house, but I’m still struck dumb by how ruggedly beautiful, how sexy as sin my men look in their black tuxes complete with black vest and tie over the crisp white shirts.

Kato’s hair is smoothed back and styled to perfection. Brix has wrangled his long hair into a low ponytail, a small wisp of hair has come loose but he’s tucked it behind his ear.

Maddox. I smile when my eyes land on him. I can tell he styled his dark hair but has apparently run his fingers through it enough times that it’s disheveled in thatjust after sexkind of way. Kind of like how he looks after the two of us make love.

What can I say? It’s sexy, but super endearing and sweet. Why endearing? Because my slightly unhinged husband was apparently nervous for today.

I chose a simple bouquet of three red roses held together with an ivory ribbon while my men have a single red rose pinned to their jackets. I chose the roses to match the flowers tattooed around my men’s initials.

Maybe I should have chosen to keep the thorns intact on the stems. How fitting that would have been? Something dangerous and painful with something so delicate and beautiful.

The room is dimly lit with the warmth of the candles around the room along with the faux candles flickering along the aisle.

I can feel the eyes on me, can see everyone from my periphery, but my sole attention is on the men waiting for me at the end. My attention is on my future now standing mere feet away.

To my surprise, Maddox and Brix both look on the verge of tears, their eyes shimmery with tears.

Kato…

A smile stretches across my lips when we lock eyes. There is nothing short of love and adoration all over his gorgeous face. Our reunion might have been rocky, but I’ll be the first to admit I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have found not one but three men who love me unconditionally, who would give me the world without a second thought.

Hell, they’d gifted me with one of the men who nearly destroyed me, one of the assholes who not only stole the life of my child, but came close to taking mine, as well.

That might not seem romantic to the regular woman, but I’m not regular. Our lives are nothing even close to what society would consider normal.

My eyes stay on my guys as I feel like I’m floating down the aisle toward them. There are so many people on the Greek side. We kept the invite list to the wedding small, but there should be over two hundred people in attendance at the reception.