Page 3 of Bad Little Bride

“Fuck you, Enzo Fikile.”

“Don’t worry, princess, you will.”

I nearly choke at the intruding voice, my body flying upright, eyes wide as panic licks down my spine, attention instantly locking on the man standing at the edge of the tub.

Dark eyes framed by long, thick lashes stare into mine, making me gasp.

I open my mouth to say what, I don’t know, but the slow shake of his head has the words balling up in my throat, shriveling and suffocating me on the spot.

Enzo bends until he’s crouched before me, our gazes now even with one another.

His narrows, jaw clenched tight as he stares at me with unreadable eyes and runs a finger over his lower lip as if in contemplation.

Without a sound to give them away, a second person reveals themselves when a black bandana appears before my face.

“N—” I try to shout, but I’m gagged before I can. Panic surges and I jolt, watching as Enzo pushes to his feet in no particular hurry. He watches, almost as if annoyed he’s here in the first place, as I’m yanked to mine by the person behind me.

Tension cords its way through my every limb as I wait for Enzo’s gaze to hit my bare body and reveal his aversion, but his eyes never so much as leave mine as a robe is slipped over my shoulders, my arms shoved in. It’s tied tight around my waist and then my hands are tied, too.

Enzo steps forward then, towering over me and forcing my head to tip up just to keep my gaze on his. Something dark flickers across his features, making him appear even more devilish, and then his chest is against mine.

His hand rises to my face, and I flinch. A frown flashes over his brows in an instant, but that hand keeps coming, only slower this time. Just before his palm reaches my cheek, he spins his wrist, his knuckle pushing a wet strand of hair from my face.

With one quick swoop and no warning, I’m tossed over his shoulder, carried from the space and into the main hall.

I kick and try to scream, using all my energy to flail around, hoping I fall from his arms, but his grip is unrelenting.

Each door we pass, a new guard falls in line behind us like a fucking marching band putting on a show, and it doesn’t stop until we’re at the end of the hall, no less than two dozen men silently trailing, nothing but their eyes visible above the bandanas—the infamous Fikile face masks.

None meet my eye and not for my lack of trying, so when we get into the lobby, I breathe a sigh of relief. This place, it isn’t an establishment run by those in our world. Someone will see and demand action, but my hope is killed as we move through the space and the corners of the room come into view.

They have the entirety of the staff gathered up like a flock of sheep, each one hovering on their hands and knees, but instead of the black bandanas revealing only their eyes like the guards, or stuffed in their mouths like mine, theirs are being used to steal their sight.

Great, there won’t be a single witness to my kidnapping.

I must lose some fight in me then, as Enzo’s chest shakes with a gruff laugh.

Asshole.

The massive double doors are yanked open, and we step outside, the sun beaming and bright.

That’s when I hear the deep, obnoxious laughter of another, and a rather pathetic growl works its way up my throat.

Enzo sets me on my bare feet, but I no sooner wince at the burning gravel my skin is met with than I’m hoisted right back up again. He shuffles, and this time when I’m lowered to the ground, my feet slide into a pair of shoes that swallow them whole.

A quick glance down reveals the man is now standing there in a six-figure suit with nothing but socks on his feet. I ignore the gesture completely and whip around, threatening to cut the dick of the traitor who laughed with my eyes.

Hayze might be the best friend of my sister’s new man, but he’ll become the dead best friend if I have my way. He said he’d help me hide until the tornado that was sure to be the arrival of Enzo on the Greyson grounds passed, not lead me right into the eye of it.

“Sorry, baby girl.” He grins, knowing damn well what I’m thinking. “Orders and all.”

“Call her baby girl one more time and I’ll send you back without your tongue.”

My head snaps toward Enzo, and he grips my arm, urging me into the back seat of a giant Hummer limo.

Who the hell still rolls around in a limo?

This time, when I meet Hayze’s gaze, it’s with a plea.

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