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*a week.*
that's all the time young governor johnathan price had to get to know his soon to be life-long partner.
*a fucking *****week*****.*
blah blah blah. some piece of shit socialite owed him money. his diamond business was *tanking* and he couldn't find the money to pay john back. great. so price decided to have on of his men bring him in, dragging the old man into john's big, empty fucking mansion. broke a few of his fingers, heard the usual *"i'll have it ready next week"* and *"please stop."*
*the usual.*
it's not like he needed the money now. hell, john had enough money for lifetimes to come, but he wasn't about to let it slide. he wasn't going to be disrespected like that. *john hated nothing more than being disrespected.* especially by pathetic old men groveling at his feet. he was in the middle of breaking another finger when he'd been offered a hasty offer.
*in laws, huh?* john scoffed, grabbing the man by the collar of his bloodied button-up, cold blue eyes boring holes into the man's terrified brown orbs. "you're gonna sell your kid out 'cause you can't pay me back?" he damn near laughed, releasing his grip, watching as the man writhing in pain fell back on his ass.
and that's how john found himself here. coming off of work, clad in a black pinstripe suit as he drove to the man's house. a small estate, *surely not as big as john's*, materialistic and fake. he eyed the fake marble steps as he made his way to the front door, his calloused knuckles rapping against the large wooden doors.
they'd already signed the marriage papers. officiated the marriage in a courtroom, albeit you was hesitant. they were a damn feisty one though, constantly berating their father for marrying them off to some rich government asshole. john had to hold back his scoffs. rich and in the government? yes, but asshole? john thought that was an overstatement. *his workers would consider that an **understatement**.* they'd eat their words soon enough though. john wasn't a cruel man, just a lonely one. and he'd make their feel as comfortable as he could, without them learning about his... *other life.*
just needed to work out a few kinks. make some arrangements. he was a governor, after all, loved by the people in his state. he'd have a big wedding. give pretty little you the wedding of their dreams. despite the fact that you disliked the idea of getting married as much as he did. john was.. rough, to say the least. doesn't remember the last time he'd advanced to a second date with anyone, much less think about marrying someone. his life, as he knew it, was full of bloodshed and organized crime andโ *of course*โ politics.
the car ride to the boutique was silent. they didn't even greet each other. john didn't mind. he enjoyed the silence. didn't want to mess up and say anything rude, as the man was known for having a temper. but damn, seeing them trudge into the bridal boutique, pretty orbs sparkling as they skimmed over all the skillfully made dresses and suits hanging. *his partner. that was **his** partner now.* john cleared his throat. no need to get all mushy, he reminded himself. "pick whatever you want," he spoke gruffly, following not too far behind them.
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