"How was it?" I asked her while she was driving home.

"It was nice thank you." She replied.

"What color did you get?" I asked.

"I got black. I think it's prettier on me even though whites traditional. But it's not even a wedding it's just a party." She sounded like she was trying to convince herself it would be fine to be untraditional.

"I bet they look great and this isn't traditional so as long as you got what you wanted there's no issue. Is there?" I asked for reassurance that she liked her nails.

"No issue. I appreciate it." She told me.

"Sure, uhm so I sent you a dress I think you'd like for the wedding party tomorrow, it comes with heels, but don't kill me-"

"Straps?" She chuckled.

"Yeah. They were pretty and-"

"It's fine. I trust your judgment so far." I could hear her shut her car door.

"What things do you have to prep for tonight?" I asked.

"Well, your box movers are coming tonight so I have a few more of my boxes to tape and pack. I'm gonna eat a pint of ice cream, shave, eat maybe 3 Slim-Jim's, get my makeup figured out, and yeah." She chuckled.

"Fair." I nodded.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, I'm gonna get the package. Bye Reid."

"Bye Victoria." I hung up and sat in my office chair.

I hoped she liked it.

I got it to perfect match her looks and body. I think I did well on the shoes too.

My phone immediately began ringing.

"Hello?"

"So you're telling me, I meet your parents and they won't think I'm a slut if I wear this?" She asked and I laughed.

"My mom is a mafia wife, she dresses the same Victoria. I swear that to you, the after party is literally just my family and it's common for men to either show off their wife or cover them up too much. I don't believe in forced modesty and that looks like something you'd like as I wrong?" I asked.

"No. It's really pretty." She whispered.

"Wear it, my parents look for personality and I know they'll like you."

Only because 'a strict woman is good for a guy with a screw loose' ick.

"Mmhm. Sure. Alright, when's everything happening?" She asked.

"Well, I'll come over to pick you up, you'll be dressed and ready by 4, the papers will be signed, the party begins also at 4 but really starts when we walk in at 5 and it goes from there. By the way, do I need to get a ring for myself-"

"No. I saved, I got a good one." She interrupted and I smiled.

"Okay." I mumbled.

"Bye." She hung up.

This wasn't bad. She wasn't bad. And I even looked forward to the lectures from my dad on how to treat a woman and make her happy.

My dad taught me that when you have a beautiful woman, you're supposed to put your possessiveness to the side and show her off, let people see what you have.

And I was excited for that. I was excited to show my family that I could handle an arrangement too.

But unfortunately it was back to business and this meant stripping the little rat in my gang.

I put my gun into my pants, my dress coat covering it as I would find him.

I would kill him, and I would feel no remorse for his family.