Fatal Series 00 - Fatal Destiny

try again with her—even if there’d be hell to pay if Mrs. Cruz ever found out what Sam had done. They’d been united in their dislike of Elin for Freddie, but he was right. It was his life, and he had to live it as he saw fit, even if that meant loving a woman his mother didn’t approve of.
    “I have a little surprise for you,” Sam’s husband of two hours whispered in her ear.
    Sam looked up at him, caught off guard by how happy and adorable he seemed. She’d never seen him looking happier than he did just then, and vowed in that moment to do whatever it took to make him that happy every day for the rest of their lives. “What’s that?”
    “Wait ‘til you see, Sam,” Scotty interjected, fairly busting the buttons of his tuxedo as he jumped from foot to foot.
    “You’re keeping all kinds of secrets, aren’t you?” she asked the boy.
    “Uh-huh,” he said with a delighted grin.
    “So what is it?” Sam asked.
    “Look,” Nick said, pointing to the small stage where their DJ had set up. They’d gone with a DJ over a live band to make space for more guests in the rooftop reception room.
    Sam looked to where Nick pointed, and her mind went totally blank. It couldn’t be… Was that… No. No way. No freaking way! She let out a most un-coplike shriek. Jon Bon Jovi at her wedding? Stop it. Stop it right now! Sam wondered if it was possible for a bride to hyperventilate at her own wedding.
    She glanced up at Nick who was thoroughly enjoying her shock. “You call this a little surprise?” Her voice was squeaky and high-pitched.
    Bowing before her, Nick held out his hand. “May I please have this dance with my wife?”
    Sam’s heart had never beat faster, even when she was being chased by gun-toting lunatics, than it did as she took Nick’s hand and followed him to the dance floor.
    “I understand the bride is one of our biggest fans,” Bon Jovi said with a charming smile that made Sam want to swoon, “so I’m delighted to be here for Sam and Nick’s first dance as Mr. and Mrs.”
    Jon Bon Jovi himself sang the most beautiful acoustic version of “Thank You for Loving Me” that Sam had ever heard. She had to keep reminding herself to focus on her new husband and not on the rock star she’d admired for so many years.
    “How in the world did you pull this off?” she asked Nick.
    “The junior senator from New Jersey is a friend of mine.”
    “Of course he is. Who isn’t a friend of yours?
    He flashed that winning grin that made her knees go weak every damned time. “He knew someone who knew someone.” Nick shrugged, like it was no big deal to get one of the music world’s biggest stars to come to their wedding. “My only fear was that once you met him, you’d forget all about me and run off with him.”
    Sam hugged him so hard he gasped. “No chance of that, but is it okay if I ogle him just a little bit? My love affair with him has lasted years and years, and you’re still kinda new around here.”
    Nick tossed his head back and laughed. “Ogle away. Just remember who’s taking you home tonight.”
    “As if I could ever forget.” She brought him down for a lingering kiss that generated catcalls from their guests. “And I’ll never forget that you did this for me.”
    “My pleasure, babe.”
    She loved that about him—how pleasing her was always more important to him than pleasing himself.
    Their wedding party joined them for “Make a Memory.” Sam was still trying to absorb that Jon Bon Jovi, the Jon Bon Jovi, was actually at her wedding when he asked her to have a seat next to her dad. In a daze, Sam made her way across the room to her dad and sat with him, her hand joined with his right hand.
    “Can you even stand this?” she squealed.
    Her dad and Celia cracked up laughing.
    Bon Jovi sang “I’ll Be There for You,” which reduced the entire family to tears. He sang four more songs before turning the music back over to the DJ. When Sam and Nick went to thank him, he gave her a big hug and posed for pictures with them before he took his leave.
    “ Un believable,” Sam said, still wanting to pinch herself to make sure she hadn’t dreamed it. “Seriously.”
    “I’m so glad you liked my surprise,” Nick said.
    “ Liked it? I’ll live off that hug for the rest of my life!”
    He raised an eyebrow to let her know she was pushing her luck. “Is that so?”
    “Well, maybe not the rest of my life, but for a little while anyway.”
    “Better,” Nick said