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“You’re right,” he admitted. “But fucking her would have been worth the money and power achieved. You took that all away. You’re such a fool, Dimitrios. Her father would have never allowed her to marry scum like you. Last time I’m going to tell you this. Give me your weapon.”

I glanced at Willow and sensed my men were itching to take him out. They knew better than to disobey my commands. However, I wasn’t entirely certain he wouldn’t go off the rails, killing Willow anyway. Yet I pulled out my weapon, noticing her gaze was imploring. I could almost hear her words.

“Trust me…”

And to take her cue.

As I held out my Glock, he laughed and walked closer. “The big, bad Greek.” He pocketed my gun and held his weapon to my forehead.

“Hey, dumbass,” Willow called. “I have something for you.”

With her weapon in her hand, I sensed what she intended on doing.

Luca did exactly as she’d hoped by goading him, the man turning his head long enough.

“Here, lover. Catch.” She tossed me her weapon, which I easily grabbed with one hand. In two seconds, I knocked the Beretta from his hand, placing the barrel of the weapon I’d given her right in between his eyes.

“You underestimated both myself and my fiancée, Luca. Big mistake. Your mistake.” As I fired off a single shot, I could still see the look of shock on his face.

Most would say revenge was best served cold, but, in my mind, it was best done with the help of the most beautiful woman in the world.

My partner.

And soon to be my wife.

CHAPTER 32

Three weeks later

Club Sin and Shame

Willow

Was love a many splendored thing? Was it for those with sappy stories and weak hearts?

Hmmm…

Or maybe the best love affairs were embroiled in danger and adventure. That was now my belief. I’d been looking in the wrong chocolate box, finding mushy candy when I’d been hungry for the hard rock kind of a guy.

Whew. I’d found one. Dimitrios might be a little tarnished in comparison to your average good guy, but I’d take a suave, dangerously delicious devil of man over a wet noodle any day.

Maybe he was right after all. I was a very bad girl.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married tomorrow,” Athena told me.

I shifted my hips back and forth. “Me neither.” I threw back a shot of ouzo and groaned.

“And to that sexy but dangerous man,” Katerina scoffed. “He’s damn good looking. How is he in bed?’ She laughed when I smacked her arm.

“None of your business.” I shivered on purpose and all four girls groaned. True to his word, Dimitrios had brought my best friend Betsy over from Boston.

“We need more drinks,” Betsy said as if she knew I was thinking about her. In the three weeks that had gone by, I’d finally started to heal.

“Agreed.” Chloe hailed a waiter who headed in our direction immediately. He’d obviously been told this was my protected bachelorette party.

As he took our drink orders, I continued dancing. While I was enjoying being out in such a sinful club, I was missing the hunk of a man. He was here somewhere in the club, but I hadn’t seen him in an hour.

“Are you pining away for him?” Athena asked.

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