Page 90 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 4

“That’s it? She’ll just keep quiet?” I scoffed.

“Trust me,” Diego cocked an eyebrow.

“And what about the gunshots, the people that died here?” I pointed at the two dead bodies littering the floor.

“What gunshots? We heard fireworks for the wedding we were hosting. Did you not see them light up the sky?”

“You’re kidding?” I gaped.

Angel offered me the slightest smile, practically nonexistent. “You really must have been scared to not have heard them. The entire neighborhood watched them, cheering during the finale,” he ran his thumb across his bottom lip.

I shivered as my teeth started clacking.

“She’s going into shock, we need to get her out of here,” Christophe stated.

Diego whistled loudly, and a couple more of his men entered the kitchen. “Take the pregnant woman to the hospital and notify the authorities that she’s there through an anonymous tip.They have a warrant for her arrest as she fled the US after being let out on bail. Then keep an eye on her.”

“Sí jefe,” they responded unanimously.

One of them gestured to me to let go of the pressure I was putting on Bianca’s chest wound and took over. The other lifted her bottom half as they carried her through the back door.

Christophe pulled me against his side. “Where do we go now?” he asked Diego.

“There’s a car and two of my men that will take you to my estate,” Diego said. “Clean up, rest, and we’ll discuss things in more detail when I’m done here.”

We were led through the back of the restaurant, and as promised, Javier and another man I didn’t recognize were waiting for us. Javier held the door open. Blood was spattered across his white dress shirt, and I winced at the sight of it.

“Are you hurt?” I asked.

He shook his head and gave me a soft smile. “No, Madam. Please, let me take you home.”

“Home is outside of Paris,” I mumbled.

“Then let me take you to our home to heal.”

“I’m not hurt…” I croaked, tears spilling down my cheeks.

“Your mind is.” He pointed at my forehead and then to my heart. “Your heart is.”

“I guess you’re right.”

He grinned. “I always am, but don’t tell my brothers.” He winked and then held the back passenger side door open for us.

Christophe urged me inside the vehicle, and I reacted on autopilot, my entire existence feeling wired and raw. I was having trouble going over all that had happened today within my own mind, including my part in all of it.

All I knew for certain was that Angus was dead.

He could never hurt us again.

Bianca had been shot but was breathing when they left to take her to the hospital.

I said a silent prayer the baby would make it. If Bianca survived, she’d go to jail for the rest of her life.

It was finally over.

The Myers, the Falcos, and my dearest friend Celine could finally rest in peace.

Episode 113

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