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Enzo nods, and holds the camera further from his body. “Okay, there are two witnesses, and this is Pastor Harold. You have roughly eight minutes until Ivan’s men make it to the cabin.” He prods the old man in the elbow.

“Yes, hello. This is quite unconventional.” His bushy eyebrows fill the frame momentarily. “I can’t quite read these names?—”

“Just ask for the ‘I do’s’,” Enzo growls at him.

“What? That isn’t—” Pastor Harold pulls out his spectacles.

“I do.” I’ll interrupt him. My hand finds Ana’s hip to press her against my cock, grinding the slick silk skirt between our legs.

“Do you?” I ask her as my fingers press the fabric between her thighs.

Her cheeks flush pink and her chin drops into a pant. “Yes, I do.” She manages to choke out when the tip of my index brushes the heat of her pussy through the gown.

“Good girl.” My mask is the only thing separating my mouth from her skin.

I’m going to make her mine before she sees the monster she married.

“Enzo,” I grunt. “How long?”

“You need to go.” He jerks the phone image. “They’re hot on you! I’ll take care of the paperwork, congrats to the happy couple. Now get the fuck out of there!”

I just hear the pastor begin to protest when I end the call.

“Come on, wife. Let’s find a safe place to rip that thing off of you.” I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, grab my bag, and spring towards the truck.

“This isn’t very romantic.” Her words are broken with the jostling of my run.

I’d rather have her disappointed than dead. Or worse if my father gets a hold of her.

“You’re alive, aren’t you?” I toss her in the passenger seat and throw my bag into the bed before leaping behind the wheel.

A spray of snow and gravel flies up behind me as I fishtail onto the dirt road leaving the cabin. It’s a race to see if I can make it out of the driveway before Ivan’s men arrive.

CHAPTER 18

ANASTASIA

I did it.I actually got married to someone whoisn’tIvan.

But who is Mikhail?

I don’t even know what he looks like. I just know how he makes me feel.

Safe. Protected. Wanted.

That’s better than most of my life.

“Where are we going?” This dress isn’t comfortable for sitting, I can barely breathe.

He pushes against the steering wheel and digs in his pants pocket. “Somewhere private and safe.”

Using his knee to guide us, he turns and reaches out for my hand, then threads the ring onto my finger. “I thee wed.” He winks one of his walnut colored eyes before taking control of the truck again.

I don’t know why, but with the soft pink gem and silver ring, it makes the whole insane thing feel more real.

The vehicle slows, then he pulls it to a stop in a wide clearing. “I need to see if they’re following us. It’s too overgrown for the drone to get a good view.”

“Wait.” I hold up my palm as he climbs out. “How much longer is the drive?” I don’t think I can handle much more of this bumpy road in this gown. I feel like I’m suffocating.

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