I Hid the Don’s Son for Three Years Chapter 07
Time flew.
After we moved out, Luca drove Johnny to and
from preschool every day.
At first, Johnny was guarded. He’d get in the car,
say “Uncle,” and then go quiet.
Luca didn’t push. He patiently built Legos with
him, read bedtime stories, and taught him how to
shape clay on the balcony.
Then one night, Luca was reading with Johnny.
Johnny’s eyelids were drooping. Half asleep, he
mumbled, “Good night, Dad.”
Luca froze by the bed. He crouched there for a
long time, then whispered back, “Good night,
Johnny.”
Our wedding day came quickly.
As I walked down the aisle in my white dress, he
stood at the end, watching me. His eyes reddened
in seconds.
When I got close, I laughed and asked him why he
was crying. He squeezed my hand before
answering.
“Because I finally got you back.”
He lowered his eyes and repeated, “I finally got
you back.”
He didn’t use a script. His vows were short.
Just as the priest was about to pronounce us married, the church door slammed open.
Rebecca stood there in a black dress, followed by a crowd holding a banner: Mistress Turned Wife,
Shame of the Family.
The media aimed their cameras at me.
Rebecca’s voice was sharp. “How long have your
even known Luca? I’ve been the Donna of the
Corleone family for years. I served the elders, managed the business. He turned around and married you. Don’t say you didn’t use tricks – who
would believe that?”
Cameras rolled. People whistled and laughed.
Old Don stood in the doorway, calling out, “Stop
this! We can talk at home.”
Before I could speak, Luca took my hand and
walked slowly to the front.
“You say you’ve worked hard for the Corleone
family. Then explain this. Why does the child you brought home share blood with you – but not a
drop with me? You know exactly where that child
came from.”
The church went dead silent.
Rebecca’s face turned white.
“You investigated me?” Her voice trembled.
Luca didn’t answer. He nodded to his men. They
filed in, took down the banner, confiscated the
equipment, and escorted the crowd out.
The leader stepped up to Rebecca. “Ma’am, please
cooperate.”
Rebecca stood there, looking like a puppet whose
strings had been cut. Then she walked out of the
church, head down.
The church fell quiet again.
The priest cleared his throat. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
Everyone laughed. Luca smiled too and leaned in
to kiss me.
Just then, someone glanced at their phone, their
face changed, and they nudged the person next to
them.
