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PeanutButterGoddess · Joined: 25 Apr 2016 Posts: 7962

"Not that I know of. He was accosted by Dimitra's brothers and was being forced to help out with a few last minute things the last I saw him." Darla answered as she set down Dewey's tie on a nearby table where all of Dewey's other things were. She found a container of pomade and a come on said table as well and got to work. "I'm sure he'll probably swing by here next and then go find Riley. He wants to see you before your big day." She smiled as she fingered and tamed his fluffy waves. "How are you feeling? Excited? Nervous?"
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Dewey reflexively closed his eyes while Darla worked on his hair, but peeked an eye open before answering.

“Excited mostly, I think. I want everything to be perfect for Dimitra, but I also wish it was just her and I and that we were already married.” Dewey replied. “I want to start our life already.”

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"Soon enough." Darla smiled as she brushed the last of his locks into place. "I'm sure Dimitra feels similarly."
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“Please tie my tie for me?” Dewey asked then, reaching for the tie box she had sat down before doing his hair.

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"I can try. Your dad is more of the go to guy for tying ties." Darla said as she accepted the box nonetheless.
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“I could tie it myself, but it feels like good luck to have you do it.” Dewey said surprisingly with earnest. Dewey rarely endeared someone out loud who wasn’t Dimitra.

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Darla smiled at the sentiment, reaching up to give Dewey's cheek a soft, affectionate pinch.

"I would be honored to do it for you then." She said before going to open up the box to pull out the tie. It was a simple red number at first glance, but if one looked closely, golden threads could be seen in the weave. Rich and elegant, but not too overstated.
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“Not too tight.” Dewey uttered, though he didn’t expect that she would. While Dewey didn’t have any biological attachments to Darla, that was very much his mom. Even though she came into his life later, Dewey historically praised that Darla was good at everything even while his Dad was good at nothing (according to Dewey).

“We should probably head out after this, if I look okay anyways.” He added.

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“I would never.” Darla clicked her tongue, though she did still make sure she was able to wiggle a finger between the tie and Dewey’s neck. Once she was finished, she stepped back and paused to smooth the lapel of Dewey’s coat. “I think that’s a good idea. Your dad will want to get a look at you, but I bet Dimitra wants to see you even more.” She joked.
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“He’s probably busy.” Dewey replied quietly, not to say that it bothered him at all. Ace was usually at Riley or Adrik’s back, he had to be. Dewey felt grateful and lucky that it was his to stand behind Dimitra. “Are there many people here already?” He asked, giving himself a once over in the mirror, brushing off his lapel and adjusting his cuff links. He knew that a mob wedding was often a public affair, other gangs would attend to pay their respects. Dimitra was a well known mob princess, it would be a death sentence to not show face.

There were many other gangs in attendance, both big and small. Marzia was present as well, she arrived on her own in a private car that dropped her off out front of the church. She wore a long red dress that had mesh, belled sleeves. It was loose and flowed behind her, but was belted at the waist to gently hug her hips. Her brown hair was curled and brushed, styled to perfection like Rita Hayworth. While the Columbos weren’t formally invited, Marzia was. She told Dimitra she would be here and so she was.

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"It's the most people I've ever seen at a wedding." Darla said, because she had never been to such a large wedding. She had gone to only a handful of weddings, that of friends and a few distant relatives, but nothing quite compared to the extravagant show that was a mob affair. "There's no way either of you know all these people, is there?" She asked
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“No one hear knows everyone. But it’s supposed to be like the royal wedding or whatever, what with Dimitra being a princess and all. So unless you want to be on Riley’s shit list, you would have to come.” Dewey explained before offering an arm out to her, signaling for them to go.

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"Well, your dad and I wouldn't rather be anywhere else, mob requirements or royalty aside." Darla smiled as she took Dewey's arm and stretched up to give him a maternal peck at his cheek. "Let's go get you married." She added with a little tug at his arm.

Meanwhile...

While all of the Nikitins and their henchmen were at work placing final touches in the church, there was a small group of men perched outside amongst the masses making their way into the building. At the center of the group was a man named Matvey Volkov. He was no older than the eldest Nikitin son, but he certainly took on the appearance of years that hadn't caught up to Adrik yet. His face was more grizzled and his eyes were sunk deeper into his face and were rimmed with dark circles. He was tall like Adrik but had a bulkier build than the other man that gave him a much more intimidating appearance.

Matvey was part of another family that had served under the Nikitins for quite some time now, but after years and years of service and not receiving similar praise and benefits as the Nikitin family, he and his cohorts were fed up and were ready to take a stand.

They were making a formal coup.

"We'll make our move in the middle of the ceremony. No one is going to be here to start trouble but us so it won't be expected." He explained to his men in Ukranian versus the collective Nikitin gang mother tongue of Russian.
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Riley had helped Dimitra into her dress and said her goodbyes with a soft forehead kiss and a touch on her cheek before slipping away. Riley and the twin Nikitin girls had found their place at the front of the church. A traditional Russian wedding usually just had the husband and wife to be, kneel before the priest before reciting vows and being crowned. While the twins were apart of a formal bridal party, they were seat beside their mother at the front, eyes carefully scanning everything while awaiting their sweet princess.

That being said they weren’t really keeping an out for trouble necessarily, more like things that would fall out of place. If a flower arrangement fell or Dimitra’s skirt got caught in the aisle. Ace however was trained to always have an eye out for a potential enemy. He was seated at the front as well, but honed in on wrong person. Marzia was sitting in the back, and while her crime family haven’t made any moves since Dimitra’s romantic involvement with Dewey, Ace never trusted her. Marzia eyed Ace knowingly as well, she knew that he wouldn’t trust her presence and that was fine with her. She understood it, and as her only intention was to quietly was the two get married, she wasn’t worried about getting in trouble.

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Darla and Dewey made their way to the entrance of the church where the priest was waiting for the couple to do their betrothal and blessing before heading in for the crowning. She stepped away, but not before giving him two more pecks, one for each cheek.

"Good luck." She smiled and headed in.

Meanwhile, Dimitra was doing some last minute fussing in the room she was sequestered in when she heard a light knock at the door. After a moment, the door opened and Mityr stepped inside, almost instantly reduced to proud tears when he saw his youngest standing there.

Dimitra had picked an ornate lace dress for her gown with a fitted bodice that gave way to a full skirt and train. The sleeves were long but made of a sheer fabric that puffed until tapering into fitted cuffs at the wrist. Her hair had been swept up into a series of braids and diamond encrusted pins, some of which were trinkets passed along from her mother, to her sisters, and then to her. Her veil was long and dramatic, but also kept simple as she wanted her crown, matching to Dewey's to stand out.

He let out a shuddered little breath and approached her, his hands finding her cheeks and hers finding his wrists as they both smiled the same smile at one another.

"My little malyshka...you look so beautiful." He crooned at her.

"Thank you, Papa." Dimitra said, squeezing his wrists

"Oh my God...I can't believe you're getting married today. I feel like we were just playing tea party in Mama's office." He gave a chuckle before letting out a wistful sigh. "Are you ready?" He asked her, though it almost seemed like he wasn't.

"I am...I've been ready for years now." She joked, but not really.

"Mm, I know." He gave her cheeks a soft squeeze before taking his hands back. "Let's get you to Dewey then." He opted to place an arm around Dimitra's shoulders, tucking her close to his side as he had done when he took his other girls to meet their husbands at their weddings. Just one last chance to hold his little girls.

They made their way to the entrance of the church where Dewey and the priest were already waiting and stopped just short. Mityr pulled away only to reach down for Dimitra's hands. He gave her knuckles a soft kiss before going to peck at either of her cheeks.

"I'm so happy for you, Dimitra. We all are and love you so much." He smiled before letting go and going to find his seat with the rest of his family.
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