Page 77 of Bad Little Bride

A slow smile spreads across my lips, and I let the low laugh creeping up my throat free. “You really think you could stop me?”

His jaw is set, and he opens it to speak, but just then the car rolls to a stop, so he clamps his mouth shut. Stepping out when they open the door, he reaches for my hand, gently easing me from the car. We walk up the steps, entering into the club where we’re immediately met with the loud bass of the house music and Bronx screaming my name from the upper level.

I look up with a smile and go to head her way, but Enzo grips my hand firmly, leading me up the stairs. He pauses there, at the threshold where the VIP boxes open up to the left, the private tables, where I can see Bronx’s dad sitting with a few others, to the right. Enzo turns me to face him, his hands sliding along my shoulders possessively, his eyes dark under the shadowed lights.

“You will be in my sight at all times.” He tips my chin up, his eyes never leaving mine as he leans down and brushes his lips over the edge of my mouth, slowly sliding them to my ear. “Behave, Little Bride.”

“Kiss my ass, secret husband.”

I swear I hear a small groan slip from him as I pull away, joining Bronx and a few girls I recognize from Greyson Elite Academy at the tables.

“Well, well.” She smirks, flipping her dark curls as she slides back in the seat. “Look who was set free.”

“Hardly.” I drop into the space beside her. “You think your dad is sitting at the closest table to this section by accident?”

She chuckles, wiggling her brows. “Do you think I didn’t control the guest list for tonight for that very reason?”

My eyes narrow and she laughs loudly, tossing her head back and showing her slender neck. The girl is sex on a stick without even trying.

She might be small in stature, but her personality is ten feet tall, and she knows it. I’ve never met a more secure girl in my life. It’s no wonder she’s my sister’s best friend.

She’s one of a fucking kind.

I don’t have to ask her what she means, as not ten seconds later, I see them.

Damiano Donato, my sister’s head of security, and a few from his Greyson crew head right this way, but it’s not the randos that has my smile spreading. It’s the blond head to their left, whose eyes are locked on mine.

Nicholas Galley points at me and I shake my head, sneaking a quick peek at Enzo’s table, but his head is dipped low in what looks to be a tense conversation.

“There she is!” Nicholas shouts over the music, and a low laugh leaves me as he steps ahead of the crowd, dropping onto the table right in front of me. “Hello, my favorite girl.”

“Nicholas.” I grin. “Saw your uncle the other night. You could have come to save me from all the bullshit.”

“Oh, I would have, but unfortunately, I had to skip.”

“I heard.”

His eyes snap back to mine, narrowing. “What did you hear?” I cock my head, and he chuckles lightly. “My bad, just…a lot going on with all these changes happening.”

I nod. “My sister said you haven’t been around. Big job?”

“More of a…wrinkle in one.” He nods as he glances around the room. “She and her man here?”

“Nope.”

“Cool.” He nods again, and the Nicholas I’ve come to know pops out. “I’d like to officially say I’m an angry boy. You didn’t tell me you’d be here tonight. I had to hear it from Dom who said BronxinsistedI come along when she heard I was with him.”

“She threatened to send your dick pic around campus again?”

“That was one time!” she shouts, tossing back a shot. “And more of aWelcome to Greyson Elite.”

“Told her to go for it, but only if I could send a better angle.” Nicholas chuckles, passing her a little blue pill and smiling down at me.

“It doesn’t work that way around here, Galley,” she teases, accepting his party favor.

“Trust me, Bandoni.” He bounces his brows. “I know a thing or two about sex scandals and how to use them to get what I want.”

“You’ll get shit from me, pretty boy.”

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