Page 160 of Bad Little Bride

She smirks, cocking her head when fake Nicholas’s eyes go wide. “His name is Collins Graven. We exiled him from the States, kept tabs to make sure he’d never come back, but our PI lost track of him a while back.”

“Let me guess, last whereabouts you had were Costa Rica?”

“Ding, ding.”

Collinsopens his mouth, but Maddoc is done listening. He slams the trunk closed and wraps his arm around his girl. He tries to hide it, but there’s a visible weight lifted from his shoulders that this man’s capture offers him. Maybe one day I’ll hear the story of what happened back in Brayshaw.

Today, though, I have other plans.

I tug on Enzo’s hand, leading him to our vehicle, Mino instantly following behind. “Later, Brayshaws.”

They wave and grunt their goodbyes, but we’re three feet from the car when Victoria calls out to me.

“Wait!” She jogs over.

She smiles, stepping in close as if to hug me, and Enzo turns toward Mino. Her hand shoots out then, a small blade reflecting off the car light, and I dart forward, catching her around the wrist.

She seems shocked but smiles as if impressed.

Me not so much. I tighten my hold, yanking her to me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Enzo is tense, hand on his weapon once more as the others move closer in my peripheral.

Victoria simply grins. “It’s only fair.”

I frown, then look over her shoulder, at the spot on her man’s neck that Ibarley punctured.

But I mean…

I let go, and she nicks his hand.

Enzo’s lips pull back in a snarl, his glare whipping my way.

“I don’t want to owe her one.” I lift a shoulder. “Now we’re even.”

He scoffs, hauling me into him, and I take his hand, pressing over the weak little cut she gave him, letting the blood soak into my skin while keeping any more from slipping free.

“Let’s go before anyone else gets any ideas. We’ve got a ceremony to get to.”

“Seriously?!” Raven calls. “You’re still getting married today? After all this?”

“Hell, yeah.” I hop inside, then crawl over Enzo before he can close us inside. “You want to come?”

He slams the door, and I laugh, dropping back on the seat.

“Told you it would be late by the time we made it to the altar.” Mino grins. “Sneaky little shit.”

I laugh and to my surprise, Enzo joins in.

This would probably sound really weird if I said it out loud, but today was a good day.

I can’t wait until he sees what I have in store for him next.

Chapter

Thirty-Two

Boston

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