Page 156 of Bad Little Bride

“No.”Jackass. “I can’t read her mind.” When he smiles wider than any man who’s getting shot at should, I decide to add, “Butwe don’t have to read minds. We just look at each other and know what the other one is thinking.”

“But, like, there’s no guarantee they’ll be just like me, right? Maybe they’ll be all fucking rainbows and shit like my girl?”

“Nope. The dad’s genes are stronger when there are two.” I feed him the most bullshit I can think of. “They will be exactly like you but doubled the trouble.”

He looks terrified now…and it has nothing to do with the people attacking us. “I’m so fucked.”

“Hey, Boston!” Raven shouts.

“What?!”

“Stop fucking with my family!”

“Sure!” I smile. “Right after we finish cleaning up the mess you couldn’t.”

“Bitch,” she hisses to herself, and a smirk pulls at my lips.

Right back at you.

“Fikile soldiers, stand down!” Mino’s voice booms across the lot, and I stand up straight, muscles hunched tight as I wait to see what happens next.

First, I hear the screams and shouts, the threats and growled warnings, though none of them come from my man.

Our men have formed an impenetrable wall across the entire space, so I step from around the barrier, walking between a row of vehicles, and move closer. To my surprise, the Brayshaws fall in line beside me, a different guy popping out of nowhere that I’ve never seen with them before.

“That’s Mac,” Royce whispers as if I care, fighting a smile when Raven elbows him in the stomach.

A moment later, Enzo appears and every muscle in my body relaxes when I see he’s standing as tall and as strong as ever.

Enzo steps out like a motherfucking dark angel. His all-black tux still pressed to perfection, not a wrinkle in sight. If there’s blood on it, you’d never know. It’s that dark.

And thrashing from the unbreakable grip he has on the back of the man’s neck is none other than Torin Bandoni, king of the south. And Bronx’s fucking father.

I hold my breath, unsure how this is going to play out and knowing there is only one move to be made. Treachery is intolerable.

Touching another man’s wife is a death sentence.

While he may not have come for me himself, he colluded with the Mitchells and that’s what brought us here.

Enzo is going to kill him, there is no doubt in my mind, and then what? He’s hunted by the other members of the union?

By the girls of Greyson?

My sister?

As if summoned by my thoughts, she and Bastian step around the corner, and while she gives nothing away, I know she’s worried, but for whom?

Suddenly, the ease I felt is replaced with panic. It sweeps in like a tidal wave and I falter, shocked when the one who keeps me on my feet is the raven-haired girl whose hair matches her name.

Icy eyes meet mine and hold. “Never let them see you sweat,” she hisses, though her mouth never so much as moves.

I swallow, face forward, and lift my chin high.

“Explain yourself,” Enzo demands as he tosses Torin to the ground like a weightless rag doll.

The fit, fifty-something-year-old swiftly climbs back to his feet, spinning and baring his bloody teeth at my husband. “To you? Never. You don’t even belong here, swooping in and taking land in the east as if it’s not already spoken for.”

Enzo appears unfazed, blinking at the bastard. “You think that gives you the right to go against me when I have the support of the other districts, yours included, though now I see that was for a different purpose.”

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