Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Me not so much. I tighten my hold, yanking her to me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Enzo is tense, hand on his weapon once more as the others move closer in my peripheral.
Victoria simply grins. “It’s only fair.”
I frown, then look over her shoulder, at the spot on her man’s neck that I barley punctured.
But I mean…
I let go, and she nicks his hand.
Enzo’s lips pull back in a snarl, his glare whipping my way.
“I don’t want to owe her one.” I lift a shoulder. “Now we’re even.”
He scoffs, hauling me into him, and I take his hand, pressing over the weak little cut she gave him, letting the blood soak into my skin while keeping any more from slipping free.
“Let’s go before anyone else gets any ideas. We’ve got a ceremony to get to.”
“Seriously?!” Raven calls. “You’re still getting married today? After all this?”
“Hell, yeah.” I hop inside, then crawl over Enzo before he can close us inside. “You want to come?”
He slams the door, and I laugh, dropping back on the seat.
“Told you it would be late by the time we made it to the altar.” Mino grins. “Sneaky little shit.”
I laugh and to my surprise, Enzo joins in.
This would probably sound really weird if I said it out loud, but today was a good day.
I can’t wait until he sees what I have in store for him next.
Chapter
Thirty-Two
Boston
“You may kiss the bride.”
Enzo needs no other instructions, having broken the rules and kissed me the second I reached him as it was, and takes my face in his large, rough palms.
He doesn’t just kiss me. He eats me alive with his tongue and when he shows no signs of letting up, I shove him back with a hard push to the chest.
He growls, prowling for me once more, but I dodge his efforts, jolting back several steps until he rumbles my name in warning, but I smile at my husband.
Before he can come any closer, my sister, Delta, and Katana build a wall in front of him, and he glares from them to me. “Little Bride…” It’s a full-blown warning, and a throaty laugh escapes.
The small crowd we were left with watches as I inch backward, farther and farther until I’m at the very start of the aisle, my husband staring at me with heated, liquid eyes from where I left him at the altar.
“You told me you’d find me no matter what, chase me to the ends of the earth, that I couldn’t hide from you.”
Those dark eyes narrow, taking on an entirely new color when one by one, blondes appear at my sides. They come from the left, the right, and from behind until there’s a full three dozen of us standing in a giant triangle with me at its point. Each and every one is dressed in an identical black gown with veils to match.
Enzo’s teeth sink into his lower lip and heat curls in my stomach.
I lift my hand into the air, and all together, we pull a black bandana from our sleeves, slowly tying the soft item so it’s slung low over our noses.
Enzo chuckles, but it’s dark and dirty, and when his tongue glides across his lower lip, I want to forget all the fun and hop on him right here and now.
“Catch me if you can, husband.” I smile wide, not that he can see it. “On three,” I warn, slipping farther into the mass of doppelgangers until I’m fully out of sight, buried in the mass of my look-alikes—girls from Greyson Prep eager to play a little game at Rocklin’s request. “One!” I start counting.
“Three!” he shouts back, and then cuts to the right in a full sprint.
Dozens of squeals fill the air, and we all start running, blonde after blonde darting in every direction, and my husband?
He gives chase.
If there is one thing I know for certain about Enzo Fikile, it’s that he won’t stop until he has me right where he wants me.
Locked tight in his possessive grip.
Holding my dress up, I run left, then shift into the middle of a pile of girls just before we break farther apart, several of us going forward, straight into the orchard.
It’s after midnight. The sky is dark, the moon blocked by a bed of clouds, giving us an even better cover than I could have asked for.
I run for a few minutes, curving right, and press my back to a thick tree trunk. My head falls against it and I smile at the giggly screams that echo through the trees, letting me know Enzo is picking them off one by one.
It’s going to be a while before he makes his way over—
A hand is slammed over my mouth and I attempt to scream, my body going rigid for a moment before I’m pushed forward, then yanked back into a large, firm chest.