He was more pissed than usual, having to deal with a rat on a day like this made each kick and punch more brutal than the last. His men watched, sensing the extra anger because Uriah had to do business on a day that was supposed to be about his favorite person.

“Piece of shit,” he grumbles through each kick to the man who tried to skip town before making his payment. “Out of all fucking days.”

The men who worked for him guarded the doors, ensuring no one else entered the room. Well, expect one person.

Uriah was the most feared man around; he was the crime mafia leader, and there was little that scared him. One of the things was his full name, leaving your perfect lips that he loves.

"Honey, I know, I know...you didn't want me to torture anyone on our wedding day," he sighs, taking off the gloves he was wearing while the man lay on the ground twitching.

He tossed the bloody gloves to the side, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he fixed his tuxedo before looking at his partner.

"Gosh, you look like an angel," he cooed, looking at your outfit with a sweet smile on his face as he ran a hand through his hair.