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This short, but I have an injured right hand and I wanted to treat you to this. :)

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"Wherever there's opportunity, the mafia will be there."

~~ Johnny Kelly

Previously...

"Esme."

"Hmmm?" She murmured back.

"Esme!" I shouted louder causing her to turn and look at me.

"Yes?" She smiled.

"Let's change your last name to mine." I suggested spur of the moment.

Why not? I thought. I loved her. I couldn't imagine not spending the rest of my life with her. I would deal with the consequences when we got back. We could always have the big wedding later. I wanted to stake my claim on this girl. Let the world know she was mine forever.

"Are you serious?" She eyed me.

"As a fucking heart attack." I squeezed her hand.

"Let's do it!" She squeezed back.

Esme's POV

Aro wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in close for a deep kiss.

The champagne left me feeling light, and Aro's untraditional proposal giddy.

A million questions whirled through my mind.

How were we going to do this legally? I wouldn't be eighteen for a few more days?

How upset would my parents be?

What about a wedding? The big traditional, Italian wedding my family would expect?

I could have a big wedding later. No one had to know.

"I love you so much." I uttered against Aro's lips.

"You're my world, Es. I love you."

We kissed for a few moments longer before I pulled back taking a deep breath. I looked up into his black eyes, as dark as secrets. His hair was tousled and his face was more relaxed than I had seen it in a long time.

"How are we going to do this?" I questioned.

"We can forge whatever or have the date on the paperwork set for your birthday." He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"Sounds like a plan." I grinned up at him.

We ducked back into the limo and he told the driver to pull over at the next chapel.

"Tim and Paulie J can be our witnesses." Aro said as he filled our glasses, "We'll need two so it works out great. Then we can go back to the hotel and upgrade to a honeymoon suite. I'll spend the rest of the night making love to my new bride."

My cheeks ached from smiling so hard. I couldn't believe we were doing it, but I couldn't wait for it to be done.

Eloping seemed so romantic. It was something that we would share, a moment that would be ours and ours alone. We lead very private lives from the public, but everything was an open book within the family. It can get old.

The limo pulled over in front of the of a white building with a big flashing neon sign 'Viva Las Vegas Weddings', and underneath was written traditional & themed.

"Aro?"

"Yea?"

"Since this is going to be our little secret, let's do a theme!" I squealed. I think the alcohol had gotten to my brain.

He looked at me with one raised eyebrow, but shrugged.

"Whatever you want."

We stood on the sidewalk and watched as Tim and Paulie J were climbing out of their car behind us. Tim was walking and Paulie J was shaking his head.

"I don't know what crackpot idea yous got, but this isn't gonna happen." He said approaching us.

"We're adults." Aro told him.

"She ain't."

"She will be in a few days. That counts for something, besides you can keep a secret right? Nobody has to know and we'll have a big wedding later for the family."

"No way. Big boss will kill you boy."

"Watch who you're calling boy," Aro took on a commanding stance, "We're getting married with or without anyone's permission. You two can be our witnesses or you can stay out here. If you call and snitch, I'll make sure you go down with me."

Tim chuckled some more and Paulie J just stood staring at us.

The night was taking on a new level of crazy.

I giggled a little.

I don't know what was wrong with me.

I do. I was two kinds of drunk. Regular and the love kind.

"Fine." Paulie J eyed us warily, "But if word gets out, I didn't know a thing."

"Yay!" I cheered.

Aro wrapped his arm around my waist and led me inside as the guys followed.

We walked up to the front desk and a middle aged woman put down her book and looked at us over the rim of her glasses.

"Can I help you kids?" She asked is raspy voice.

"Yea, we wanna get married, and we want a theme wedding." Aro told her pulling out his wallet.

"What kind of theme, dear?" She eyed the black card he threw on the counter.

He turned to me as I looked over the posters and pictures on the wall.

"Elvis. Definitely Elvis."

"The King it is." he turned back to her, "Put whatever on the card."

"That won't be a problem." She picked it up and laid a few pamphlets on the counter, "Do you want gold lame' Elvis, white jumpsuit Elvis, black leather Elvis from the comeback era, or-"

"Black leather!" I almost shouted at her.

"Black leather it is." She said marking something on a sheet of paper. "Follow me. It will only be a few minutes.

We followed her down a long hallway with gold carpet and burgundy walls. As we passed by doors, I peeked in. Most were empty, some occupied. There were traditional looking rooms and some with very bizarre themes. Star Wars. Stone Age. Underwater.

She stopped and turned going in a room to the left. I was taken aback when I walked in. The walls were painted a bright red and the floor was checkered black and white like a restaurant from the fifty's. A large gold altar sat at the front of the room covered in rhinestones and bright purple flowers. To top off the gaudiness we picked, there was a hot pink Cadillac taking up half the room on one side and plush blue velvet chairs on the other side.

"Wow." I whispered to Aro.

"Yea..." He gazed down at me, "You still wanna do this?" He waved his arm around at the room.

"Yes." I said without a doubt, "I think the pictures will fabulous."

We both laughed and walked up to stand in front of the altar. Tim sat down in one of the chairs grinning like an idiot and Paulie J sat shaking his head. The woman appeared again with a box.

"My name is Sandra, in case I forgot to mention it. You just need to pick a veil and bouquet. Elvis will be here in a couple of moments."

"Should take longer than that to come back from the dead." Tim snickered as I looked through the box of medium sized loudly colored flowers and obnoxious looking veils. I decided on an emerald green tiara with layers of gauzy white material flowing down the back and a rainbow assortment of flowers bouquet.

"These pictures are going to be something else." Aro laughed.

"Well hello there." A deep drawl filled the room as we turned to see The King enter the room. His hair was so black it had a blue hue to it and he was dressed in head to toe black leather. I almost felt like we were in bad parody porn.

I giggled to myself. Aro looked at me, and I just shook my head grinning.

"Are you the loving young couple waiting for me to marry ya?" He smirked at us as he took his spot on the altar in front of us.

"Yes." We said in unison with matching smiles.

"Let's get this show on the road." he said switching his hips and curling his lip. "What are your names?"

"Aronni Luciano and Esme."

"Aronni? Is that something from a Chef Boyardee can?" Elvis laughed pointing his hands like guns and curling his lip again.

"Just get on with it." Aro rolled his eyes.

"We are gathered here today," Hip switch, "to watch in the joining," hip roll, "of these two lovely young people in Holy matrimony." Hip pop.

"Aronni Chef Boyardee Luciano, wait are you related to Lucky? Wait, nevermind," Elvis waved it off, "Aronni Lasagna Luciano, do you-"

Tim let loose laughter so hard he was crying, and I was so glad that I was able to hold most of mine in. The corners of Aro's lips were turned up just slightly.

"Sorry, I'm soooooooo sorry." Tim choked out.

Elvis swung his hips around and started again.

"Aronni Fettuccini Luciano, do you take this hot mama Esme to be your lawful wedded wife?"

"I do."

"Esme, do you take this fine hunk of Italian Stallion to be your lawful wedded husband?"

"I do." I said trying to keep a straight face.

"With the power invested in me by the state of Nevada, Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel, and the almighty God himself, I now pronounce you man and wife! You may kiss your bride!" He announced turning and gyrating his hips with more lip curling. Sandra appeared out of nowhere tossing confetti on us as Aro grabbed me up, sealing my lips with his.

Tim guffawed and clapped loudly in the background while Paulie J wore a small smile, probably at the complete ridiculousness of the whole scene. Elvis's Wedding Song blared out of the pink Cadillac.

Aro and I broke apart gasping for air we desperately needed for our bodies to process our laughter.

We took a few pictures and bought all the souvenirs we could before Elvis and Sandra bid us farewell.

"If it weren't for the paperwork, I wouldn't think this was real." Aro laughed.

"How did you do that?" I looked at him with a suspicious grin.

"Told them to fill out the paperwork on Tuesday." He cheesed at me.

I nodded my approval.

"Now let's get back and get in that Honeymoon Suite!" Aro scooped me up and hopped in the limo. He dropped me gently on the seat before climbing up through the sunroof.

"Don't wait up!" he hollered to the guys gripping the limo to keep from falling as the driver pulled away.