Page 63 of Blackmailed to the Altar

Mya gasped as I pulled her along. “How did he know my name?”

“Lucky guess,” I muttered as I shoved the door open.

The meeting with Samuel was quick, businesslike, but my thoughts were miles away. Every time I looked at Mya, I felt the sting of her betrayal all over again. My mind churned with ideas of how to handle this, how to make her understand that she’d crossed a line she’d never be able to come back from.

I helped her into the Maserati, and headed toward the driver’s side. I heard a distinct ping off the metal, and I turned to return fire. I popped off a few bullets and hopped in the car.

I sped off.

“What’s happening,” Mya cried out.

“Guess the Albanians have caught on,” I muttered.

“Caught on to what?” She shrieked, and jumped as a bullet whizzed by.

“Get down!” I shoved her head down between her legs.

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck,” she muttered, as I maneuvered through the roads. As the space grew between us and our attackers, I nudged Mya until she sat back up, and I gave her the gun.

“What do you want me to do with this?” She took it with shaking hands.

“If you see anything or anyone suspicious, point and shoot.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Point and shoot? Are you freaking crazy?”

I smiled. “Yes.”

I texted a few men that we were coming in hot. At this point, if I got pulled over, I didn’t give a shit. Mya was rattled, and I wanted to get her back behind my walls. Then, I would handle Arjun, and his shitty attitude.

It wasn’t my fault his sister was dead. That was her own stupidity. I just didn’t want the information to get out. It was embarrassing the way I’d acted back then, like I’d been sucked in by her cunt or something. Pussy whipped.

We pulled up, and the gates swung open. I saluted the soldier on duty, and drove behind the walls. As soon as the gates closed behind my Maserati, I relaxed.

I parked and rounded to Mya’s side, taking the gun from her trembling hands and tucking it back into its holster, before helping her out of the car.

“W-what do we do now?” she stuttered.

“Now, I punish you.”

“H-huh?” Mya pulled her hand out of mine.

“Run.” When she didn’t move, I raised my voice. “Run!”

Mya spun on her heel and took off into the house. I grinned. I sent a quick text telling the staff to make themselves scarce. I’d give them the signal when I was satisfied. Not only would there be no one to help her, she had nowhere to go.

She raced up the stairs with me walking slowly on her trail.

I chuckled. “You run really slow.”

She gasped, but kept trying until I cornered her. “Strip.”

Trembling, she shook her head. “E-Eden?”

“Out with Silas, and they won’t be home for a long time.”

“O-oh,” she squeaked.

“You tried to hurt me.” I trailed a finger down her cheek. “And for that, I’m going to have to punish you, little wifey.”

---