The Assassin’s Billionaire Bodyguard
Chapter 60

"Isabella, stop fidgeting," Portia grumbled as she tried to work with the lace of the corset in front of her.

"It's too tight and I'm going to pass out if I can't breathe. Who created such an abomination of a contraption?"

"Probably some guy named the Extractor in his dungeon of t*****e devices," Sabine grinned from where she sat on the edge of Isabella and Cam's bed. She and Isabella shared a naughty smile in the mirror in front of Isabella. Corry, perched in the window overlooking the yard whistled, "Portia, Detective Dylan just arrived with Jesse and your man cleans up good."

Portia blushed, "not my man. I don't own him."

"It's barely been two months girl, yet he's hooked like a fish on a rod."

"The secret is to not put out," Portia shrugged making the mouths of the three women drop open. "Carolina told me the best way to get a man to stay with you is to hold the one thing he wants most from him until you're completely ready to let him have it. Normally I'd think listening to an older religious lady a bit off for me, but she's been with her husband for five decades. I figured maybe she knows something."

"Why does she give you advice like this? Her advice to me last weekend was to make sure I shaved all the way up and not stop at my knees." Isabella grunted as Portia yanked hard on the corset.

"Because she knows the minute, she tells you not to do something, you're going all in. If she tells you not to have s*x, you're going to open a whorehouse," Sabine offered with a grin.

"Who is opening a whorehouse?" Carolina said as she stepped into the room. "Do we need to pray for someone's soul?"

"No." Isabella groaned.

"We're talking about how you suggested to me to take my time with Dylan and wait."

"You're still waiting?" Carolina looked at her curiously, "Portia, I said wait, I didn't say take a vow of chastity. No wonder the crime rate is down in New York. Dylan's probably taking all his s****l frustration out on the criminals." She ignored the snickers of the women and moved to stand in front of Isabella, "you look incredible. Cam is going to cry when he sees you."

"No, he's not." Isabella scoffed at her mother. "It's a wedding not a funeral. He'll cry when I die someday but not because I'm marrying him."

"I don't know. Married to you sounds like torture," Amelia called out as she came into the room closely followed by Clara. "I'd cry." Amelia grinned as she held up a blue garter. "Got your something blue right here."

"I hope he takes it off with his teeth." Sabine said deviously knowing it would make Isabella blush, "in front of everyone including your dad."

Carolina tapped her cheek gently, "pay them no mind Isabella. It is your day. You look radiant."

"She looks better than Cam. He looks like he's going to puke," Clara stated. "The dress is stunning though." Clara took in the tight fitted corset bodice and the flowing skirt.

"Is Elian still angry at me?"

"Nope. He's over it. I think he knew at Thanksgiving we weren't going away for Christmas. I don't know why he had it in his head he wanted to. Your announcement of a Christmas Eve wedding was the excuse he needed to cancel." Isabella sucked in a breath at Portia's command and then realized she might not be able to exhale, "too tight," she gasped.

"Stop being a baby," Portia grimaced. "Sometimes fashion is painful. Deal with it."

Clara chuckled and moved between Portia and Isabella before her sister-in-law murdered the younger woman. "Portia, the twins are in the room across the hall with the wedding planner and she's losing her mind because Callie won't get into her dress. Can you convince her?" Somehow Portia had connected with the headstrong child over Thanksgiving dinner and now the only one she ever wanted to listen to was Portia. More than once, Clara had video called Portia to tell the child to go to bed.

"It's because you all treat her like a Princess when she's clearly a Queen," Portia scoffed as she handed the laces of the corset over to Clara. "Do not let her cry because it took me forever to get her make-up perfect," she called over her shoulder as she left the room. "She's more tyrannical than her father," Isabella breathed as Clara loosened her corset a fraction. "Oh my god that feels better. Seriously though, when did Portia turn into Hitler?"

"About the same time Dylan started shooting perps instead of bringing them in?" Clara grinned. "Those two are so tightly wound and we all blame you, Carolina."

"I told her I waited until my wedding day with Hugo. I may have forgotten to mention we got married less than a month after meeting." She shrugged, "she is still very young though." "Mama, she's older than you were when you married Papa," Amelia rolled her eyes, "and she's not some innocent waif either."

Carolina reached out and plucked the veil up. "Alright, alright, enough talk about Portia's s*x life. We're here to celebrate Isabella and Cam." Her mother watched as Clara finished with the corset and then moved to hang the secure the veil to the back of Isabella's head. She wiped a tear from her eye as she looked at her youngest daughter in the mirror. "You are so beautiful."

"Thanks Mama."

A knock on the door made them all turn around to see Hugo step into the room. "Everyone is in the garden. There are more than a few complaints of how cold it is outside."

"It's December. I told them all to wear their winter coats," Isabella grinned. "Thankfully, the ceremony will be short and then we can move the party indoors." The wedding was a fairly intimate affair. Isabella's and Cam's immediately families along with their closest friends were in attendance. One specific photographer from a reputable magazine was in attendance to get the exclusive photographs of the billionaire security mogul marrying a girl from Queens. They had set up the backyard with chairs, outdoor heaters, and a small altar to do their vows at their home. Posted by Narugi.com; visit us for more free novels.

"Ah, my Isabella. You look gorgeous. Cam mentioned he half expects you to show up in a Ranger's hat and a hoodie." Hugo grinned at her. He motioned to the women. "All of you get out. I want a moment with my baby girl before I give her away." At Carolina's folded arms he pointed, "even you, my love. Go. We will see you downstairs." He kissed Carolina's cheek and pushed her towards the door.

Once the door was closed, he smiled gently at his youngest child, "I'm not going to lie. I never thought we'd see this day. You've always said marriage and babies aren't for you."

"Marriage yes, babies are still a hell no." Isabella grinned broadly. "Like no way, not now, not ever."

He laughed and reached out a hand to her cheek. "Are you ready?"

"I am. I'm not nervous or anything. I know this is exactly what I want. Cam is everything I ever needed and never knew I wanted."

"He's a wreck. He's been pacing downstairs back and forth so much I'm fairly sure the garden is going to need new lawn. His mother called him a giant baby. We're about five minutes late and he asked me to make sure you weren't having second thoughts. Are you?" "God no. Not even one. I love him, Papa. I love him and I know he loves me."

"He's bossy."

"So am I," she winked. "And I'm prettier so guess who wins."

"Then let's go do this." He paused, "before we go though, Portia and I had a little trick we played on you."

"What's that?" She suddenly felt nervous and then watched as he pulled a long velvet box from inside his coat.

He opened the box and a thin gold chain holding Swarovski crystals and purest white pearls in a pendant sat nestled against the soft silken fabric inside. "This was your great-grandmother's necklace. I had asked Portia if she thought it would match your dress and she said it would but then asked it to be a surprise. She said you tend to replace everything out and just for once, it would be nice to pull one over." He wiped a tear off Isabella's cheek hastily, "also she threatened to have me murdered if I make you cry so stop doing that." He laughed huskily as emotions clogged his throat. "Lorna had Abuela's rings, Luisa had her earrings, you have the necklace and someday, Amelia will have her bracelet." He paused, "and if Amelia doesn't get married, I'll still give it to her." "Thank you, Papa," she flung her arms around his neck. "This is beautiful."

"Just like the woman wearing it," he kissed her temple gently, "now, come, before he sends an army up here to replace out where you are. I'm not kidding when I said he's nervous. I think he half expects you to have jumped out the window." He paused, "also there's a game on later and we want to be done all of this before it starts. Cam said he would put it on a big screen so we wouldn't miss it."

She laughed aloud at the comment, "thank God."

They made their way down the stairs, and she smiled at Sabine and Portia waiting at the bottom of the stairs. "It's showtime ladies."

"Dad's a wreck," Portia laughed maniacally. "It's the funniest thing I've ever seen. I just went out there and he's pale. I almost want to tell him you've left just to see what he'd do."

Isabella slapped at her, "that's awful."

"The necklace looks good though," Portia grinned at Hugo, "your mom had exquisite tastes."

"Hey, are we doing this or what?" Gideon called from the garden doors at the far end of the house, "if he has a stroke, I'm not giving him the kiss of life. It's not happening. Ruiz, you know what he's like. You're late."

"Purposefully," she grinned at Gideon. "I'm coming." She looked to Sabine curiously, "have you seen Cam?"

"Girl, I've been with you the entire morning but that's at least the fifth or sixth person to say he's a wreck." "Maybe he's sick."

"Maybe he realizes he's not good enough for you and is terrified you figure it out and run to replace someone younger and more attractive." Portia shrugged, "he may have mentioned how much older he is than you twice during breakfast this morning." "Sweet!" Isabella clapped excitedly, "I knew my age jokes were bugging him."

Portia chuckled as she waved for the twins to come walk in front of her.

The music started and they made their way down the aisle, first Clara's twins, then Portia, Sabby and then Isabella and her father. Isabella noted Cam did indeed look pale and the relief on his face when he saw her was palpable. After kissing her father's cheek and letting go of his arm she stepped in front of Cam and shook her head. "Jeez, old man, you look ready to drop. If you croak of old age here and now, we won't even have to change you for the funeral. The suit is hot by the way."

At her words, he threw his head back and laughed. "God, I love you," he said wiping away tears from his face as he regained his composure. He motioned to the officiant, "let's do this before she changes her mind."

"I'm not changing my mind Torres," she grinned, "you're stuck with me."

"If you two are going to just talk, you could have written your own vows," Raoul groaned from where he stood as the officiant. "Did you write your own vows? No? Then shut up and let me do my job." Isabella laughed and punched her brother in the shoulder, "just get to the good part so I can kiss him. He looks good in his suit."

"The Ruiz family are nuts," Gideon whispered behind Cam.

"I know, it's the only reason she's marrying me, she needs a sacrificial lamb," Cam whispered back with a wide smile.

Raoul welcomed everyone, told them to sit their frozen asses down because they were tough New Yorkers, and they should be able to tolerate the cold for another fifteen minutes. Then he went through the vows, colorfully pausing to see if anyone would object to the marriage and when nobody said anything he laughed. "Wow Cam, you really don't have any friends. You'd think at least one of them would try to save you from her." Isabella elbowed him and he laughed, "okay, okay."

"I was expecting her family to save her from him," Cam's mother called out earning her some snickers. Isabella laughed. Contrary to Cam's teasing, his mother was not nearly as overbearing as Carolina, but she did have a loud sense of humour which was often inappropriate and crude.

Raoul shook his head, "then by the power bestowed upon me by the State of New York, I pronounce you husband and wife. Camden Torres, you can kiss your wife."

"Finally," he whispered as he pulled her close and lowered his lips to hers.

Isabella wound her arms around his neck and let him hold her tightly to him while he kissed her senseless. Only the sound of Raoul clearing his throat and reminding Cam he was making out with his baby sister in front of both her brothers and her father made him break the kiss. Isabella giggled and smiled at him.

"I love you." He whispered staring into her eyes.

"I love you too," she whispered back noting the shimmering of his eyes. He was on the verge of tears again. She shook her head and smiled softly, "We're married."

"We're married," he grinned at her suddenly.

"Uh, if you two are done being weird, we're all freezing!" Gideon pushed Cam down the stairs of the makeshift altar and motioned for Sabine to take his arm.

Isabella and Cam laughed as they walked ahead of their family back down the aisle back to the house. Isabella smiled as they all congregated inside, and a giant group hug ensued with her and Cam in the middle. The family might be crazy, but it was her family and now it was complete.