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my fiancé is in my face. With a gun in one hand, he grips my arm so tight I scream when he flips me around, fitting my back to his chest. He’s using me as a shield.
I’m covered in it. So much blood.
His eyes are frozen wide, and his expression is set to shocked. The side of his head is also blown off.
“This was not part of the plan, Cruz. Start a war. Take the girl. Find her and bring her back so you could ingrain yourself deeper. We needed Damian Marino alive. I want to know who took him out.”
he’s a pussy. Any man who’d auction off his only daughter to save his own ass is.
I thought Damian Marino was the scum of the earth, but Dennis Alba handing his daughter over to a psychopath is one of the craziest things I’ve seen since I’ve been under.
I tried to separate myself from the situation. I thought I did… Until she walked down the aisle. I saw the way Damian looked at her like she was a wild animal he planned to beat into submission. Which I know was a part of his plan since he laid out his wet dreams to me in horrid detail.
I still have his brains splattered all over me. I might’ve been kidnapped, but I haven’t forgotten that highlight of my day.”
I slowly turn to the man who hasn’t taken his hand from me since we got out of the car.
I can’t take my eyes off the man who just said he’d take me, just to spite another man.
If Damian was a sneaky, evil bastard, then Nic is a plain evil one who lays his shit out for the world to see.
I did find out during the main course that their son is Nic—the angry one who was dragged away because he wanted to marry me.
Landyn is mine now. You’ll never talk about my wife that way again.”
But Eliza Decker hasn’t said a word other than when we were introduced or to thank our servers. She’s not just submissive. This is different. She’s downright fearful.
Boz doesn’t try to shut me up or control me. He gives me the tiniest hope that, if this is the life I’m stuck in, I lucked out with a husband who is nothing like Damian or the man sitting across the table from us who won’t allow his wife to speak.
“Say one more fucking thing about my wife, I’ll take you out into the Pacific myself, but only one of us will return.
I don’t share, and I don’t fuck around with what’s mine. Got it?”
don’t talk about her. You might’ve wanted her, but she’s mine. No one disrespects what’s mine.”
You think you can fuck up like that and expect Alamandos to hand over a jewel like her?
Get used to a life of celibacy, because unless we’re putting on a show for the world, no one is going to touch you. Especially not me.”
This is not what I had in mind when I told her to act like she’s into me. The only time she really does that is when I touch her or kiss her. But that doesn’t feel like an act. It feels like a whole lot more.
But I need to believe that this,” she stresses, “isn’t for nothing.”
It was my tip that led the authorities to the load her father lost, which led to him bartering his only daughter. I’m the one who dragged her into this, I’m the one playing with her emotions, and as the days click on, it’s getting harder and harder to focus on the end goal and not her.
The tears that never spilled have almost dried up, and I realize I lucked out to fake-marry a woman full of snark rather than drama.
I know when a guy wants to use me, and I know when he’s into me. And my husband is into me.
If Landyn wants to see her mom, I’ll make that happen. But not you. She’s mine now, and there’s no way I’m going to let anyone near her who’s willing to auction her off like a cow.”
“You say I’m a possession, but you don’t treat me like one. Not like everyone else has.”
You’re not like the rest of them.”
She’s as real and as genuine as they come.
I’m pissed she doesn’t know the real me. That my name isn’t the one sliding across her lips when I touch her. I’m pissed this is fake. And I’m even more pissed that there’s no way this will ever be anything more than a sham. When this is done, I’ll be the liar. There’s no doubt she’ll hate me. And I’ll deserve it.
“Can I ask for a favor?” Finally, something I can be truthful about. “I can’t make any promises.” “Don’t play with my heart.”
“On top of everything else, I won’t survive that.”
Anger gives me anxiety. I don’t need that bad energy. There’s enough swirling around us as it is.”
I assumed we’d sit in the sun and escape reality for thirty minutes, but all she’s done is mesmerize me. And that’s dangerous.
“I’m trying to figure out what it means when you call me chica or baby or just plain Landyn.”
“You’re a lot of things, baby. A problem is at the bottom of a long list.”
I’m done with people telling me what to do.