Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
It’s amazing what you can do in a rush with a lot of money and some phone calls.
“Congratulations, Dylan. You got lucky with that one. I wouldn’t have given you the time of day, looking like that old ugly bastard,” Blade said, gesturing to Boss. I’m about two seconds away from beating Blade’s ass, if he hadn’t helped me out with the badass weapon that I used to deal with Tim. He even gave me some tips that helped with my technique.
“Don’t you dare call my man ugly, little boy,” Esperanza hisses. “And you leave my nephew alone too. He’s so handsome.” She kisses my cheek. “Congratulations, Dylan. You’re marrying a doll, and I’m so glad we’re family.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time,” the chapel planner says after rushing into the room.
“Thank you,” I say. It’s about time.
My heart races as I wait for my woman to reach my side. All my life I’ve avoided women and yet, here I am, anticipating the love of my entire being to meet me at the altar. “Calm down, Dylan,” Uncle Liam says, clapping his palm over my shoulder.
“Do I look out of control?”
“You look like you’re about to run.”
“I’m not running anywhere. I’m ready to drag her out here and get her tied to me as soon as humanly possible.” The doors to the room open and our eyes all focus on the entrance. My chest beats wildly hard against my breastbone as my gaze lands on Harley.
I head in her direction, but I’m held back by my uncle. “She’s almost here. Let them get the pictures in.”
She smiles at me and shakes her head as I reach her. “Are you ready to marry me, Mr. Hunter?”
“So damn ready.” I cup her cheek, brushing my thumb over her chin and stealing a kiss.
“Um…you’re skipping a step,” Blade calls out.
“We better get this show on the road before he beats the hell out of Blade,” Roxie says.
The officiant begins our ceremony and before long, he pronounces us husband and wife. “I love you, Harley Hunter.”
“I love you, Mr. Hunter. Now kiss me and let’s say goodbye to our guests so you can claim your new wife.”
Chapter Sixteen
Dylan
“Hello, Mother.” Her eyes shoot wide open, and her mouth falls. The years of Botox can’t hide the sudden aging in her face from her lies revealed. The terror etched on her expression almost makes me laugh if not for the decades of pain behind the truth.
Quickly she fixes her face, masking her shock, and back is the glorious actress, but it’s too late. I’ve seen behind the curtain, and I know the truth. “Excuse me, you must have me confused with someone else.”
“No, Veronica Blake. I don’t. I thought you acted weird those times we encountered each other, and now I understand why.”
“What do you want?”
“Your demise, but I suppose that’s harsh. My wife wouldn’t like that. Your evil actions have cost me a lot, almost cost me everything, but they have done some good and that’s the only thing sparing you right now.”
“You look so much like your father. He was a handsome bastard.”
“So you knew him.”
“Of course I did. I didn’t want his family coming for you, so I lied about my pregnancy. It was so easy for them to take the baby. Less questions.”
“God, you’re evil,” Harley says.
“Calm down. He’s doing well. It looks like he did great with the life he was given. You should just get over it.” I want to choke this bitch. If I got any evilness, it came from her.
I put my hand up and shake my head. “I’ve heard enough.”
Taking Harley’s hand in mine, I walk away from the woman who gave birth to me. “Wait, wait. What are you going to do? Don’t tell anyone. I beg of you. You owe me.”
My feet freeze to the granite floor, causing Harley to run into my back. “Sorry, love.”
“It’s okay.” She kisses my shoulder. I turn and face the monster that lied about my conception and stare her down.
“I don’t owe you shit. You are an evil person, and I wonder—how many other kids did you give up, or did you just get rid of them before you got that far?”
“I never got pregnant again.”
“I want nothing to do with you, and don’t ever speak to me or my family. If you ever try to use my name in any way, shape, or form, the truth will come out.”
“I won’t.”
“Good. Now get out of my face because you make me sick.”
I walk away with my woman and leave the hotel because I can’t take the bullshit. We go back to our hotel and take the elevator to our room, and the moment we’re inside, Harley asks, “Why did you let her get away with it?”
“She’s right. I do owe her.”