Page 148 of Bad Little Bride

Me with Bastian.

Rayo reaches for his weapon, unsure of what move to make, then the lesser version of my wife steps up, sliding between the men until she’s leaning her body against Bastian’s front, smirking up at me. Clearly, she doesn’t see me as a threat, and twin to my wife or not, I’m not sure how I feel about that.

“My sister must really like you.” She toys with her hair.

I keep my eyes on Bastian, my response for her. “Don’t make me shoot you.”

“Watch yourself,” Bastian warns, cocking his head.

Rocklin laughs and I glare harder. “Hey, Bronx!” she calls.

A moment later, Bronx appears, tablet in her hands.

She moves toward me, but Hayze spins in a full circle, somehow never once taking his gun off Mino as he snakes her around the waist and yanks her back.

“No fucking way, little nightmare. He’s got a gun, and I’ve got it on good word he’ll use it if only to make a point.”

“You touched his toy, dipshit. You deserved your little flesh wound, now let me go or I’ll give you a second one, but it will be twice as deep,” she snaps.

“Go for it, baby, ’cause I ain’t letting you go.”

“Enough,” I boom. “Someone better talk.”

“Ugh, so dramatic.” Bronx rolls her eyes and my finger twitches to put a bullet through them. “She’s fine, and I’ve got her on a live feed.” Bronx runs her tongue along her teeth. “I can show you.”

“Where the fuck is she?!”

Bronx lifts a shoulder. “All I know is, she was acting sketch, so I snuck in my own little trackers, a brand-new design I just finished that hasn’t even had proper testing yet, thank you very much, to make sure she didn’t run off like last time and fuck up everything all over again.”

Mino turns his gun on her, his lip curling. “You don’t know shit,” he spits, instantly defending his queen.

Hayze growls, swinging the girl behind him and tossing her to the side before charging at Mino.

Mino smirks, holding his gun out to his side, and beckons him closer with a curl to his fingers.

“No,” Bastian says as calm as fucking ever, and like the well-trained dog he must be, Hayze freezes instantly.

Mino laughs, shaking his head, but his mask slips back in place with his next breath. “Tell us where our girl is. Enough of this.”

“She’s currently sitting at a stoplight on Fifth Avenue.”

I lower my gun and step closer to her, taking the tablet from her hand, not caring if or when Bastian lowers his weapon, trusting Mino will have my back as he always does.

My pulse is hammering, beating wildly in my chest, but the moment I look at the screen, I forget what’s going on and that my bride rebelled at the worst possible fucking time.

All I see is her and the gown she chose.

I wondered why her sister and the others, men included, walked in wearing all white, and now it makes perfect sense, because my baby, my little bride, is plunged in pitch black.

The lipstick she’s wearing and the soft set of her hair.

The pierce of her green eyes beneath long thick lashes, and a sharp point of makeup that makes her all the more fierce.

She looks like a demon bride, my little demon on a mission and ready to kill.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

I’m going to strangle her.

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