85: Worthy

Pov: Bianca

It shocked me how quickly the club changed from its bright, glittery aesthetics to something that belonged in a horror movie the deeper we went into the building.

There were men in black lining the hallways with hardened gazes and the darkness of the Cosa Nostra in their eyes.

They straightened up as Andre walked past them. It was obvious that they not only feared him, they revered him. These men would shoot themselves in the head if Andre ordered them to, and just knowing that I was getting married to a man that commanded such power was overwhelming.

Andre walked with such power and authority ahead of me, with a cold, dark and quiet sort of grace that had the entire temperature of the hallway dropping by a few degrees. We had been walking together but it was so much easier to slip a few steps behind him and admire the view.

I focused on the way his broad shoulders stretched the perfectly tailored Armani suit, his strides confident and powerful. He radiated so much power