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“And what’s in the package?” “A priest.”
“Jesus fuck.” Kai sighs next to me and squeezes the bridge of his nose. “That’s not a priest, Belov.” “What?” “This one”—Kai gestures at the first guy pulled out of the SUV—“in the black gown . . . He’s a fucking JUDGE!” “Oh? So he can’t perform a wedding? Shit. I’ll off him and get you a new one.”
“A wedding?” I ask, confused. “What wedding?” “Is this the bride?” Belov points his finger at me. “She looks like a nice person. What the hell made her want to marry a motherfucker like you?” “Kai? What’s going on?” I ask. He looks at me, his eyes boring into mine. “We’re getting married.”
“You are my reason for living, cub. And, in this life, I don’t need a signature or a ceremony to confirm that you’re mine. You are. And I’m yours, every cell of my body. Till my dying breath. And even when I perish, in whatever afterlife awaits.” He cups my cheek in his palm and bends his head so our noses are almost touching. “But I want to do this thing right.” “So you had three priests kidnapped?” I choke out, trying to hold back tears. “Just two, apparently. And a judge. Will you marry me, tiger cub?” I bury my fingers into his hair and kiss him back. “Every day of my life.”
The priest clears his throat. “I need the Bible for this part.” Without breaking our locked stare, I push the gun I’ve left lying on the table toward the priest. “That’s my Bible. Proceed.”
“I don’t know much about marriage vows, cub, but I know they mention loving, cherishing, and keeping their partner safe. In good times, and bad. I won’t swear to you over a bunch of old papers. I’ll give you my oath on the weapon which will take the life of anyone who would ever think of doing you, or our daughter harm.” I lift her hand to my lips and kiss the tips of her fingers. “I’m yours. And you’re mine.” “I’m yours,” she whispers back, her eyes glistening. “And you’re mine, Kai.”
“Would you please be my wife, tiger cub?” “Always, demon.”
“Maybe we should—” I don’t finish the sentence because Kai pushes me behind him and takes out his gun. Peeking around him, I notice a sleek black car advancing up our driveway. “Who the fuck let that vehicle through the gate?” Kai yells.
“Hello, sis.” Massimo fixes me with his gaze.
I look over my shoulder and find Kai standing in front of Massimo, his hand wrapped around my stepbrother’s throat. “The only reason you’re not bleeding out on this threshold is because, for a reason I can’t fathom, my wife still cares about you. Even after everything she had to endure while your ass was locked up.” His voice is low and threatening. “Be careful, because if that ever changes, I’m going to find you and rip out your fucking throat.”
“I see you’ve chosen the right man, sis. I guess I won’t have to worry about you anymore.” He takes Kai’s wrist and moves his hand away.
Massimo walks around her and descends the stone steps, but instead of bringing my sister’s things to Kai’s car, he approaches his own vehicle and opens the trunk. “What’s going on?” I ask, volleying my gaze between my sister and stepbrother, who’s now holding the passenger door open. “Zahara,” Massimo says in a soft voice, so uncharacteristic for him.
Zara looks up, meeting his enigmatic expression. For almost a full minute they just stare at each other, having a private conversation with their eyes, before my sister finally turns to me. Her expression is guarded, and a sense of unease creeps over me as I try to decipher the reason for the guilt that’s written all over her face.
My sister just left with our stepbrother, whom she doesn’t even know. She was barely four when he was locked up. What the fuck is going on?
“I love the sight of you bound to our bed. At my mercy.”
“You’re so beautiful, cub,” he says as he slides two fingers into me. “Especially when you get aroused just by my finger.”
