Darkest Sins (Perfectly Imperfect, #9)

by Neva Altaj

“See?” he says and taps the guy on the backside. “I’ve got your marriage officiant ready. “Why is he tied-up?” Kai asks through his teeth. “I told you I want a real wedding, you idiot.” “Oh, don’t you worry. I’ve made sure your socially awkward ass will actually get married by the book this time. Justice of the peace, the witnesses, the guests—I’ve got you covered.” “What guests?” Kai snaps. “I didn’t invite anyone.” “I know. But as I said, I’ve got you covered on that account, as well.” Belov grins and places two fingers between his lips, making a loud whistle. In the distance, a rumble of a vehicle comes to life, and, a minute later, a big blue bus slowly rounds the curve and stops behind Sergei’s truck. At least thirty visibly alarmed people in elegant clothes are sitting inside. “Your guests.” Kai’s pal theatrically bows, motioning with his hand toward the bus. “Baby?” I nudge Kai with my elbow. “Is that what I think it is?” “Yes. That maniac hijacked someone’s entire wedding for us.”