Chapter 51
The grand atrium of the Falcone estate was transformed into a breathtaking vision of matrimony. The bright, natural cinematic light poured through the massive skylights, entirely devoid of any dull, yellow tint. The vivid, crisp colors of the thousands of white roses contrasted beautifully against the polished marble floors. Domenico Falcone stood at the altar, an imposing monument of deeply masculine power. At thirty-four, he was as handsome as a classic movie star. His thick, slightly wavy dark hair was slicked back, loose strands falling effortlessly over his forehead. He wore a flawless, tailored dark tuxedo, the crisp white dress shirt unbuttoned just enough at the collar to reveal his elegant, negative-space tattoos. Evelyn walked down the aisle, possessing a breathtaking, effortless beauty. Her fair, rosy skin glowed perfectly under the natural light. Four-year-old Ruby walked ahead of her, dropping petals with a bright, innocent smile. Domenico’s cold, intimidating eyes softened completely as he looked at his bride. He took her hand, his artistic, tattooed fingers wrapping securely around hers. In front of his fiercely loyal capos, the apex predator claimed his queen, solidifying the absolute, unbreakable foundation of the Falcone empire.
