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His words are the only thing pounding through my head as I run for the bathroom while everyone is unaware inside the church.

Dante Ricci has ruined me.

He’s my nightmares come to life.

He’s also just ruined the illusion that what we have is good.

Every fear I’ve ever had comes slamming into me as I find a toilet and try to push every ounce of his cum out of me.

Tears wash down my face as my world feels like it’s coming apart at the seams.

And one man holds the knife.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

DANTE

She’s sobbing. I’m at the bathroom door, unable to wrap my head around how badly I just fucked up. I don’t know what to do.

I hadn’t meant to do that. Fuck, I hadn’t even thought I could come so fast after she’d just sucked my dick. Everything with her is so different from anyone I’ve ever been with.

Rules and bodily functions seem to go awry around her. Then, I made it worse with what I let slip out of my mouth.

“Alyssa,” I whisper through the door’s crack, but she doesn’t hear me.

The ceremony is over, and the church is letting everyone out to throw birdseed at Slate and Brynne, so I clear my throat and blend into the crowd, giving a backward glance as I leave Alyssa broken and upset in the bathroom.

“Everything alright?” Antonio asks me, clapping me on the shoulder.

I nod.

“Where were you during the ceremony?”

“With Alyssa. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I wouldn’t think so; you’ve got cum on the front of your pants.”

I look down. “Goddamnit.”

“Go home. I’ll cover for you. Change and get yourself together. I’ll see you at the reception hall.”

I look back at the church doors, praying Alyssa will come out and make eye contact with me, but she doesn’t.

“Fuck.” I scrub my hands through my hair as Slate and Brynne enter a blacked-out limo and head off with cans and tissue paper trailing behind them. “Fine. I’ll see you there.”

I rush home, feeling the emptiness of the car like a weight around my throat. I go through the motions of cleaning up and spending too long in the shower as I run over the day’s events, getting changed into something decent. I hear a sniffle as I head back to the door to leave.

Alyssa stands at the coffee machine, head bowed as she waits for the brew cycle to end.

It’s only four p.m., but it feels like it’s been the longest fucking day of my life already, so I know she likely feels the same.

“Can we talk?” I ask her, setting my keys on the island.

I don’t know how she got back here, but she has Pauly’s number, so I’m guessing he brought her.

“I’m just waiting for my coffee to take this pill, and then I’m going to the reception.”

“Pill?”

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