Page 50 of Savage Bosses

This time when the doors open, the room stands, and my heart skips a beat. The song changes to So Amazing by Luther Vandross—the song we danced to that one night.

My throat starts to burn, and my eyes go blurry.

“If you cry, I’ll never let you live it down,” Mason whispers to me.

“Fuck you. I don’t care.”

When my girl walks into view, a single tear falls from my eyes. She looks absolutely stunning. It feels like it takes forever for her and her father to make it down the aisle to me. I didn’t realize I’d taken a step toward her until Mason places a hand on my shoulder.

“Be patient, Saint.”

I shrug his hand off me and tug at my suit jacket, composing myself. The moment her father stops her in front of me, everything in the room disappears. My eyes focus only on her.

I’m not a good man. I’ve killed more people than I can count. My resorts are successful, but it’s not my main source of income. I have my hands in so much illegal shit they should be painted red. I’ve done some awful things to get what I want, including the shit I did for her. I don’t deserve this beautiful angel standing in front of me, but I can’t give her up now.

The preacher starts speaking but I’m too hypnotized by her eyes to hear him. I say my appropriate responses and so does she. I even bow my head when I’m told to. However, all I can think about is the fact I’m marrying my person. The woman made for me.

Tiffany mouths the words I love you, and it takes everything in me to not say fuck this wedding and take her to our private jet. I have plans to fuck her the entire flight to my private island.

It catches me off guard when she reaches out toward me. I realized just in time what caught her eye. On the white rose pinned to my suit is a single drop of blood. I grab her hand and place a kiss on her palm before bringing it back down in front of us. I thought about changing the flower, but I figured it’s only fitting to have a piece of Marcus at our wedding. Besides, it’s all thanks to him that I even got her to desire me.

The End….or is it?

Epilogue

Saint

One year later…

T

he clock on my wall reads after midnight. The house is quiet, quieter than it has been in the year since Tiffany and I’ve been married. I hate the fucking silence. It’s a reminder of how bad I fucked up.

The day of our wedding, I never thought anything could change the way I saw my wife. I was a fool.

Glancing at the picture on my desk of Tiffany in that gorgeous white dress, her thick curly hair straightened and pinned back off her face. She looked so beautiful and bright that day. The last time I saw her, that light was nowhere in her eyes. I can admit, I’m the cause of it.

The letter on my desk catches my attention. Picking it up I read the scribbled letters once again.

Hello, Niccolo Basille or should I say Nicholas Roberts,

You don’t know me, but I promise, before it’s all said and done you will. For now, you can call me the Horseman. My sole purpose is to destroy everything you and your brothers created. Everything that was gained after the four of you destroyed William Bone’s school for boys.

You, and your brothers built your empires off the backs of those young boys you left to burn alive in that hell hole. I’m here to claim their reparations.

The rapture is coming for you, Nicholas, starting with your pretty new wife.

Balling the letter up I toss it on my desk. Someone out there knew our secret. A secret, my brothers and I swore to take to our graves.

A soft knock comes to my office door grabbing my attention.

“Come in,” I call out.

Roc, Ghost, and Jake enter my office. Immediately, I can tell by the forlorn look on their faces that they don’t have good news for me.

“I’m sorry, Boss. We can’t find Tiff and little man anywhere. Mira has no idea where she is, and we’ve had people watching her house all day.

“What about Mr. Best?”