𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

The groom’s suite, on the other side of the villa, was just as noisy — though in a very different way. While the bride’s room was a blend of perfume, panic, and emotional chaos, the groom’s side was a battlefield of half-tied ties, unbuttoned shirts, and a very tired Jimmy trying to get everyone to stop fooling around.

“Sky, for God’s sake, stay still!” Jimmy barked, holding the tie in one hand as Sky tried to text someone. “If you move one more time, I’m gonna choke you with this tie — and not in a fun way.”

Sky only chuckled, his smirk lazy and teasing. “You sound jealous that I’m the one getting married, not you.”

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. You couldn’t handle me.”

The banter earned laughter from Vegas and a long-suffering sigh from Papa Pete, who stood near the mirror fixing his hair and trying not to think about the chaos surrounding him. The man had seen gunfights, business wars, and family feuds — but managing Sky, William, Pooh, and Jimmy in one room was another kind of battlefield entirely.

“Where’s Pooh?” Papa Pete asked finally, scanning the room.

As if on cue, the door opened — and there he was.

For a moment, the entire room went quiet.Pooh stood there, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, sleek and sharp, with nothing underneath that made him look far too elegant for his usual chaotic energy. His hair was styled neatly, a thin gold chain peeking from under his collar, his expression calm but his eyes glimmering with amusement at their stunned faces.

William, sitting carefully on the couch still recovering from his injuries but dressed neatly in a black ensemble, let out a low whistle. “Would you look at that. Our baby Pooh grew up and stole the spotlight.”

Pooh smirked. “Oh, I always had the spotlight. You all were just too blind to notice.”

Sky, adjusting his cuffs, chuckled. “Cocky as ever. But damn—” his eyes flicked over his brother with genuine admiration, “—you really do clean up nice, kid.”

Pooh grinned, walking in with his usual swagger before sitting beside William and fixing his brother’s cufflinks. “You too, phi. Don’t think I didn’t notice the matching cufflinks. Est’s taste, right?”

William smiled faintly. “Of course. Who else would choose something this dramatic?”

“Love does that to you,” Pooh said, tone light but eyes soft.

Vegas, standing near the window, smiled fondly. “You boys clean up well,” he said, looking over at his son. “And you, Sky… try not to smirk too much at the altar. You’re supposed to look in love, not like you’re about to negotiate a billion-dollar deal.”

Sky chuckled, straightening his white jacket — sleek and crisp, the white rose pinned to his chest adding the only touch of softness to his commanding aura. “I am in love,” he said simply, voice dropping low, his eyes reflecting quiet certainty. “He’s my chaos and my calm all at once.”

Papa Pete glanced at him from the mirror, lips twitching with a mix of pride and exasperation. “Just make sure you don’t give me a heart attack like last time. One wedding, no explosions, no kidnappings, no blood. You understand me?”

Sky raised his hands in mock surrender. “Scout’s honor.”

Jimmy muttered under his breath, “You were never a scout, you criminal.”

Pooh burst out laughing, his grin wide. “This is going to be the best wedding ever — half of us look like we’re going to a royal ball, and the other half like we’re walking into a crime scene.”

The laughter that followed broke the tension that had been building quietly beneath the surface. William smiled for the first time that morning, the sound of his brothers’ voices filling the room with warmth and familiarity.

Sky finally looked at himself in the mirror — white suit, clean lines, eyes that spoke both power and love. The man staring back wasn’t the same one who once lived in shadows and danger. He was something else now — something grounded, anchored by a certain someone waiting in white just across the villa.

He took a deep breath, smoothing a hand over his jacket before glancing around at his chaotic but beloved group.

Sky’s eyes softened a little — these weren’t just his friends; they were pieces of his life that had stayed through every rise and fall. Jimmy, still arguing with Vegas over whether the boutonnières were “too girly.” Pooh, casually stealing William’s glass of juice and pretending he didn’t. Papa Pete, standing like the exasperated patriarch he was, muttering about how “real men used to get married without makeup artists and camera drones hovering everywhere.”

It was a mess — his kind of mess.

“Alright, gentlemen,” Sky said, his voice carrying that familiar commanding warmth. “Let’s line up before Nani storms in here and decides to murder us all in style.”

“Too late,” Pooh quipped, checking his watch. “Knowing him, he’s already mentally stabbing our outfit choices.”

Vegas chuckled, straightening his cuffs. “Oh no, you’re safe. He said all black, and somehow you made it look dangerous instead of tragic. I think even he’d approve.”

Pooh threw a wink over his shoulder. “Well, you can’t go wrong with pure black and charm, right?”

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “You sure it’s charm and not just your ego holding that suit together?”

Pooh gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me! My ego is what’s making this room bearable.”

William snorted softly, his voice low but amused. “You two sound like an old married couple instead of siblings. Should I be taking notes for my vows?”

That shut them both up instantly, earning a satisfied smirk from him.

Papa Pete clapped his hands once, his tone dry but fond. “Boys, if we’re done flirting, the ceremony’s in less than an hour. Try not to wrinkle those overpriced suits before then.”

“Overpriced?” Jimmy echoed with mock horror. “Papa Pete, this is custom-tailored Italian craftsmanship!”

“Then I hope it can survive your sense of humor,” the older man muttered, heading for the door.

Sky’s laughter filled the room — deep, genuine, the kind that made even William crack a smile. He walked over to the mirror one last time, adjusting the white boutonnière on his lapel. The contrast between the pure white and the sleek black was striking — symbolic, even.

Pooh caught his reflection beside him and grinned. “You clean up well, big bro. Nani’s gonna faint when he sees you.”

Sky smirked, not looking away from his reflection. “If he does, I’ll catch him.”

Jimmy groaned. “Oh my god, we’re already getting the cheesy lines. Save them for the vows!”

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Jim,” Sky shot back smoothly.

Before another round of teasing could erupt, vegas’s voice broke in, calm but amused. “Alright, everyone. Time to head out. The brides are almost ready — and Nani sent word that if anyone is late, he’ll personally ruin your tux.”

Pooh straightened up immediately, laughing. “See? That’s the Nani I know. Terrifying and fabulous.”

As they began to file out, the hallway filled with echoes of laughter, light banter, and the distant hum of wedding music floating through the villa.

He smiled softly to himself.

“See you soon, love,” he murmured, his reflection faintly illuminated by the sunlight spilling through the curtains.

Then, with that quiet certainty that had always been uniquely his, Sky turned and walked out to join the others — the last of the grooms to leave the room, but the first one ready to meet his forever.

Sky-

Pooh-

William-

Jimmy-

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