Convenient Mafia Wife: Prequel (Syndicate Rules Book 1)

‘Miss Jilani? Are you and your sister ready?’ The voice of the wedding planner comes from the other room.

I freeze, but my father replies to her calmly. ‘We’ll be out in a minute. Send the flower girl and ring bearer out.’

‘Of course, Mr. Jilani.’ The woman sounds so perky. She has no idea the drama unfolding in this room.

There’s a bruise blossoming on my cheek that the foundation the makeup artist put on me cannot hide. I pull the veil forward and it settles over my face and floats to rest lower than it would have on my taller sister, covering the deep cleavage of my decolletage.

I turn away from the mirror to face my father. ‘I’m ready.’

He turns, eyeing me critically. Then nods. ‘Your face is hard to see through the veil. You will keep it on throughout the ceremony.’

I say nothing and my father takes my silence as agreement.

‘Well, come on then,’ he says.

I step forward and he scowls. ‘You forgot the shoes.’

Toeing off my ballet flats, I consider my sister’s shoes. Just as the dress is at least a size too small, they are a size too big. I quickly shove some crumpled tissue into the toe box of the modest pumps.

Thank goodness Aria had suggested the shorter heel for my sister’s comfort. I don’t wear heels at all and would probably fall right off the three-inch stilettos Carlotta usually has a fondness for

I put the heels back on and gripping with my toes, I move forward, only to nearly trip over the hem of the dress. My father curses. I gather the dress up with shaking hands, careful to keep the hem brushing the floor, but not so long it will tuck under itself and trip me again.

The wedding planner’s eyes grow round when she sees us. ‘Where is the other Miss Jilani? She is supposed to go next.’

‘We have had a change in plans,’ my father says dismissively. ‘Start the wedding march.’

We stand in the vestibule waiting for the doors to be opened and Papà puts his arm out for me to take.

I shake my head. ‘I can’t. If I let the dress go, I will trip.’

He glares at me but drops his arm. ‘You stay right beside me.’

Like I’m going to run. Even if I had somewhere to run to, I have to speak to the don before my father goes after my sister. And the only way to do that is to take this opportunity.noveldrama

I’m risking both men’s anger, but it’s worth it if there is even the smallest chance of saving Carlotta’s life.