Page 133 of Bad Little Bride

“If you’re lying, you’re all dead,” Enzo issues his dark promise. “Even the pregnant one.”

Royce lunges at Enzo then, but his brother catches him around the middle, and Raven slides in front of him, putting herself between my husband and her family.

“He’s known to go rogue,” she snaps. “Don’t push him.”

“Who the fuck does she think she is?” I mutter to myself.

Mino scoffs, but I don’t look away from the screen, just lift my middle finger his way.

Enzo only lifts his chin. “Get the fuck out of my territory.”

I sigh, dropping back, and toss Mino the phone with a glare. “Great. We missed everything they said, jackass.”

Mino watches as the Brayshaws disappear and doesn’t click off the feed until Enzo is back in his car with the door closed.He waits several seconds, then looks my way with a grin. “You realize you’re in trouble, right?”

“Don’t fucking talk to me.”

Mino chuckles and, for the rest of the ride home, says not another word. But he does laugh when, yet again, the moment the car yanks to a stop, the door is yanked open, and my ass is hauled out by my very pissed-off husband.

I sigh, going limp in his arms and forcing him to use his muscles to carry me.

If he wants to get inside to fight, he’s going to have to work for it.

I figure he’s going to take me to our bedroom and have this out, but he doesn’t.

He takes me to his office, throws everything off the desk with one swift swoop, and sets me on top of it.

His eyes are wild as he glares down at me, and slowly he starts to remove his jacket and tie. Never once does he take his gaze off me as he goes, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows next.

He opens his mouth, and I expect him to start to shout, and he does, but not at me, forhis second.

Mino saunters in a moment later.

“Lock the door,” Enzo demands, and his second does as he’s told.

Enzo pushes my ass back a bit, then grips me by the ankles. Lifting one to the desk, sticking straight out to my left. He takes the next and does the same thing, putting me into a full split.

I lift my chin, unfazed. I could hold this position for hours on hours. Not sure what he thinks he’s gaining here. Enzo pushes on my chest lightly, and I take the cue in stride, using my core muscles to lower onto my back with ease, my legs not so much as moving a muscle. He rounds the desk then, and my eyes snap to Mino, leaning against the wall near the door, gaze trailing his boss.

Enzo runs his hands from my shoulders to my palms, linking his fingers through mine as he pulls them up, stretching them out at my sides, so they’re parallel with my legs. He lowers, skimming his lips across my forehead, and I do all I can to keep my expression blank.

“Mino, do you remember the man from the Karson case?” he asks his second.

Mino doesn’t respond, but after a moment, his footsteps draw him closer until a shadow falls over my torso. Enzo opens a drawer, something clicks, and then I feel them.

The chill of cold metal, locking around my extremities; by the time I attempt to yank upward, they’ve already got the other wrist and ankle in their hands, and I’m officially locked down on top of the desk. Still in a full split with my arms out at my sides.

My eyes snap up, locking onto Enzo’s as he pushes to his full height from his position behind my head. His eyes are hard and a complete contrast to the gentleness in which he gathers my hair from behind me, laying it out so it hangs over the edge of the desk. He runs his fingers through the curls a few times before releasing it completely and moving back around the desk so he’s at Mino’s side.

They both stare at me, and Mino only moves when Enzo nods his chin, and I follow him with my eyes until he’s just too far to my upper left that I’d have to arch my back to look at him. I won’t give them the satisfaction of that, though.

A drawer opens and something clunks at the desktop beside me, but I don’t look. I keep my gaze locked on my husband’s. I’m as stoic as ever but that swiftly changes when he does what I never would have expected.

He lifts a knee to the desk and crawls on top until he’s hovering over me. His lips come down on mine, but he doesn’t kiss, rather sliding his mouth along mine until he’s dipping into my neck, where he nips at me.

My nostrils flare with a sharp inhale and Enzo keeps going, lips gliding across my skin until they meet my left hand. He bites along my ring finger before taking it into his mouth. His tongue swirls around my skin and I tug on the handcuff a little, so he presses firmly against my forearm, forcing me still. Finally, he pops free and when his chest leaves my view—his face, now front and center—he pulls his lips back, revealing my ring sitting there, right between his teeth.

My eyes narrow, and he drops the diamond to my chest, tucking it into my bra right where it presses to my breastbone.

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