Page 160 of Slaughter

“I can’t believe you’re gonna become a boring husband.” My brother finally breaks the silence. “Who am I gonna kill people with now?”

“I’m not quitting. I’m just taking a vacation to spend alone time with my wife.” A vacation that is long overdue.

“Have you told her yet …?” His voice trails off.

I shift gears. “The other night.”

“And how did she take it?” he questions.

I take in a deep sigh. “As good as I figured she would.”

He grunts, knowing it didn’t go all that well. I’ve tried to avoid telling her what I do for a living. When I first took her and she asked, I’d just completely ignore her. Or tell her it’s none of her business. But things have changed. Now we’re trying to make up for the eleven years that we lost. The other night while eating dinner, she wanted to know how worried she should be every time I left the house. And I couldn’t hide it from her anymore. Didn’t want to. So, I told her, and it was worse than what she had suspected.

I’m a man who kills for a living. It doesn’t matter how I do it, as long as the job gets done. I take out men who use women and little boys and girls. I always thought she hated the part of me that wouldn’t stand up for the women who had no hope, so after I thought she left me, I buried myself in that world but in a different way. My brother and I wanted to make a difference, and to my surprise, the government paid us millions to end worthless lives like Vaughn’s and Victor’s. Our father and Damon are still out there, but I have no doubt that Tristan and I will find them once I return from my honeymoon. The only difference is that I will be coming home to a wife. Who I will treat like the queen she is.

“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” he asks, handing my phone over. I put it in the cup holder.

“No.” I’ve waited all my life to marry Bunny, so I couldn’t be more ready.

He turns and looks out the window, changing the subject. “Do you think he’ll stay away?”

I know he’s asking about our dad. “He won’t for long.” He’s not the kind of guy who sits on his hands. He’ll come for us. He’ll forget about Bunny. She’s no longer important to him. I know how he works. According to him, Tristan and I killed the one thing he couldn’t live without—Vaughn. His protégé. He would never believe that Bunny did it, and I’d like to keep it that way. The less he knows about her, the better.

“It sure would be easier than us trying to find him,” he states, and I’d have to agree.

Thirty minutes later, we pull into Tristan’s driveway, and I see my Escalade SUV with bulletproof glass already here.

We walk inside, and I go straight to our room that we are staying in. But I find it empty. “Bunny?” I call out.

“One second,” she answers from the other side of the closet door.

I begin to undo the buttons on my shirt and sit on the end of the bed. A moment later, I hear the closet door open. Looking up, my breath gets caught in my throat when I see her exit.

She comes to a stop in front of me, holds out her arms and spins around. When she comes to a stop, they fall to her sides. “Do you not like it?”

I stand and push her dark hair back from her shoulders. “I love it.” My eyes sweep over the deep purple satin dress that clings to her from her chest down to the floor. It has a black sash high on her waist and ties in a big bow in the back that falls down the length of her dress and to the end of the small train. “I’m not supposed to see your dress.”

Back when we were kids, I used to imagine the day I would see her in a white wedding dress while I stood at the altar. But that’s not who either one of us is anymore. Tomorrow, she will become my wife and me her husband. It’s not going to happen at a church in front of God. Instead, my brother is going to marry us in front of a few of our friends. And that is better than any fantasy I’ve ever had because this is real life. Finally, after all these years, she’s gonna be mine in every way.

She wraps her arms around my neck and smiles up at me. “I’m not superstitious, Avery. Don’t tell me you are.”

I open my mouth to tell her no when my eyes catch sight of the black lace collar around her neck. The same one I gave her the night for Conway’s party. I reach up and run my fingers over it, looping one through the hook. Gently, I bring her toward me by it. And I arch a brow in question.

“I can be your bride and your dirty little whore,” she whispers, running her tongue along her nude painted lips.

My cock hardens behind my zipper at her words. “Yes you can, Bunny.” We laugh and smile with one another all the time, but one thing hasn’t changed. She still likes to be my slave in the bedroom. She still begs me to let her come, and there’s times I still refuse her. She likes the way I take charge of her and use her however I want. And I love that about her.

“Turn around,” I order, and she does without thought.

My hands go to the sash, and I untie it before unzipping the dress. I pull it down her body, and she steps out of it. I grab the dress and walk it into the closet. Hanging it up, I open up one of my bags that I brought and pull out what I want. Then walk back into the bedroom.

She stands in front of the king-size bed looking like a dream that I never thought would come true. Her long dark hair is over one shoulder, breathing ragged and nipples hard. I bet she’s wet. She always is for me. All she wears is her collar and black ten-carat princess cut engagement ring. She doesn’t wear flashy things. She never did. But I wanted something that men could see from a mile away. Bunny would have been happy with just a band, but I wanted to make a fucking statement. She’s mine! And I chose black because I wanted it to be dark—like our love. Our story may have once been hearts and flowers, but now it’s storm clouds and hurricanes. And I’m okay with that.

Her round tits are asking to be kissed. Her shaved pussy begging to be fucked.

Her eyes drop to my hands, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip when she sees the black leather straps that hang from them. “Lie on the bed, Bunny. Face down.”

She tries to hide her smile but fails. She crawls onto the middle of the large bed, and being the good girl she is, she places her hands behind her back for me. I take the thick straps and wrap them around her small wrists, making sure they’re nice and tight. Once I’m satisfied with that, I slap her ass. “Up on your knees.”

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