It was a beautiful sunny day in Miami on the day of the wedding.

'fucking wedding' Devon thought to himself while he didn't want to be here. He really didn't want this whole... this arranged marriage. But of course the only advantage he had was the political power and connections that came with this bride. Yes bitch that's what he called her because not a single part of him wanted to be near this girl or even... give her a kiss after the fucking happy yes.

Of course.... happy yes.

It was more like purgatory itself to share his life with a woman who meant nothing to him. Of course.... they were beautiful, had power, and as he observed they were easily manipulated. At least as a bed warmer or a dick pamper she would be great, Devon thought while a small, imperceptible evil smile flashed at the corner of his lips, wrapped in tissue paper of course so that no one would notice. He loves sex and he doesn't shy away from denying it. On their very first meeting, his first task was to measure every inch of her body and then his very first sentence was "fucked Jesus Christ I hope your body not belongs a fucking ruined....hole, kitty"

And now here he was. At the altar with her. It was like he was there during the priest's boring sermon about how important marriage is in the eyes of God and blah blah blah. In his mind was the only woman he could ever truly love and ever would. The one to whom every beat of his heart belonged. Amelia. Amelia had been the love of his life since high school. But... he had been a coward then. He had been a coward to tell her how he felt about her and... everything... was fucked up because of that prick twin brother.

Damien.

The name was as bitter in his mind as bile. They had been each other's childhood comrades, family and everything. But after that asshole... that bastard... that worthless, grinning dick had taken his precious Amelia...... his twin brother died for him. Then Devon was suddenly jolted back into the present when the priest said to say the vows to the bride. Devon let out a breath and then began to drawl, of course showing his irritation. After she said this... nonsense, Devon gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. Taylor, that fucking prick geek kid, covered his mouth, of course Devon knew he was laughing at the whole awkward situation. He watched his guys whisper and laugh. He saw Leonardo start clapping while that fucking smug smile appeared on his face.

"fucking psychopath. I'm his boss, not a piece of meat like the ones I'm used to detaining and interrogating"

Devon muttered quietly under his breath but so that no one could hear. Then he watched as Erik yawned boredly and he just sat there like an abandoned dog shit. Only his right hand Caim saw some sympathy on his face. It was not by chance that he was Devon's right hand.

The after-wedding party

Devon just sat there, watching the partying and now somewhat drunk crowd with boredom. Everyone was having a good time except for himself. He tried to distract himself and the stronger the drinks he ordered the better because to him it was like they were celebrating his death. After finally thoroughly fueling his system with alcohol, he stumbled over to her, grabbed her hands, and led her out of the ballroom and all the way to their rented room at the venue. Now he had the nerve and courage to finish his wedding night. As soon as they got inside, they slammed the door and pushed her onto the bed, then said

"Now be a good girl and undress for me. Don't make me do it myself because I won't be gentle."

Devon growled softly. There was no cruelty or malice in his voice, just a... simple order. Or was it a request? He didn't fucking know, he was just glad he hadn't gotten alcohol poisoning yet. Meanwhile, he slowly took off his shirt and unbuckled his pants belt.