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BOOK ONE ~33~

MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POV

I stood at the altar of the huge church, shifting my weight from one foot to another in nervousness and glancing at my wristwatch every five minutes.

The congregation watched me in askance, probably wondering where the fuck my bride was.

I had no idea why mi esposa wanted the wedding to be done in a church, but what mi amor wants she gets.

The officiating minister stood with a placid expression but I could tell that he was getting really impatient.

I ran my hand through my hair in frustration and glanced at the huge brown grandfather clock on the opposite wall.

Mi amor wasn't here yet because she had some mafia work to take care of a few hours earlier, which bothered me. I mean, who tortures people a few hours before her wedding? The woman is a sadist.

The entire congregation put on relieved expressions as they finally noticed her walking down the aisle with Mr. Taylor. I audibly gasped at her sheer beauty and the officiating minister straightened up from
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