Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
I'm turned around and on her, my hands cupping her cheeks, scanning for marks or any sign she's hurt.
"Are you okay? What the fuck are you doing out here?" I'm furious. I'm also as happy as I've ever been.
She looks like a doll, frozen, those silver-gray eyes looking to me for safety. And I intend to give her that and more.
There's a low groan from behind as Victor shifts and flops over onto his back. Blood covers half his newly arranged face, but he’ll live.
As long as he never comes near her again.
"Come on, May. He's done."
I curve my arm over her shoulders, pulling her into me. This is right where she belongs. She fits under my arm like she was made for it, and I don't ever want her apart from me again.
"I was just trying to get to you." She's shaking under my hand, and I want to kill someone, but if I did that, I'd be taken away from her.
And that's never going to happen.
"They moved up the wedding. I've already signed the license. I'm getting married tomorrow. I just wanted to say goodbye. Kiss you one more time."
"You're not getting married tomorrow. Not to him."
She looks up at me with such distressed resignation it puts a hole in my chest. Knowing she was willing to marry him for any reason makes me want to grab Victor off the sidewalk and start over.
I never came close to losing my heart before. I guess it was all the years of watching my parents. My mom suffered so much in the name of love, part of me wasn't willing to go there. But what I saw growing up suddenly feels like a distant memory, because May has shown me a new world. One that exists only for her.
There's no more fiancé, no more wedding. All that shit ended when I crumpled Victor to the ground. She's mine.
And tonight I'm taking her home. To my bed. Where I should've had her from the start.
12
Decker
It's crazy.
And I don't care.
I swallow hard, settling her into the backseat of the limo back at the club. Allister and four of my best security guys nod as I give orders.
"Call in every fucking favor you need to. Find her sister, and bring her back. That's it."
Allister nods, the moonlight glinting off his bald head.
"Don't worry, boss. We've got plenty of leverage. Calls are out. I'll know something soon."
I'm beside her again, pulling her into my lap and sinking my face into her neck. My arms curl around her, every inch of her softness against every inch of my hardness.
The whole way back to my place, she chatters on. More than I want my next breath, I want to spread her thighs and make her scream my name until her throat goes raw. But not here. Not right now.
"They won't hurt her. Or me. They just want the money." She's letting it out, and I want to hear it all. Every thought, every feeling, from now on, they're mine. Mine to care for. Mine to take from her. She doesn't need to know Victor would absolutely hurt her, that he'd planned to. "The trust says I need to be married and pregnant, then the estate passes to my husband. That's the plan. Victor needed to marry me, and—" Her voice trails off, and I pull her in tighter.
My head is spinning. I've thought about sinking my seed into her from the first moment I looked at her, but now I need to make something clear.
"I'll never take your money. We're going to be together, May, but I don't give a shit what the will says. If your money passes to me, it goes right back to you. I won't touch a dime."
"What do you mean?"
"What I said. I don't want your money. You'll have my babies, and you'll be my wife, that's the deal. Anything else, I provide."
"So... Don’t men usually ask a woman to marry them?"
"I don't know what men usually do. And I don't give a fuck. I don't ask for what's mine. You'll need to get used to that, Pink."
I give her a moment to swallow that pill, and she's silent against my chest.
"I never cared about the money, either. Leah and I just wanted to keep our home. The one where we grew up. Money never made me happy. People make me happy. My mom and dad. Leah." She looks up at me, her eyelashes wet. "And you. I know it's stupid, but you make me happy. You feel like family. How is that possible?"
"I don't know, babe, but I feel the same way."
The limo doesn't take long to reach my house. I'm out before it stops, sweeping her up the stairs and into my bedroom. The bed is unmade from where I've been sleeping in fits for the last two days. Doesn't matter. I lay her out on it.