Page 4 of Vengeful Union

Gray nods.

“Good.” I look at the bridal table.

Marisol’s looking at Da fondly as he plays with Ciara.

“Do you think they’ll ever admit they’re in love?” At first, I think Gray will tell me what he always does–that it’s not our business. But I guess today he’s feeling extra romantic.

“One day.”

I smile up at him, surprised.

“You really changed him, Sutton.”

“A long time ago.” Gray pulls her closer.

A sense of jealousy sweeps over me again, and I sigh, giving Gray a quick hug.

“I think I’ll head back to the room.”

“Are you sure? We could—” Sutton’s clearly a little concerned, but I wave her away dismissively, smiling.

“Been dancing and drinking and enjoying myself a little too much.” I lie. “I need a break.”

I’ve been feeling trapped while stuck in the house all the time.

A sound comes again from outside. A loud rustling, what sounds like muffled voices.

I look at my brother and sister-in-law, but they don’t seem to have heard it.

Is it just me hearing things?

God, how much did I drink?

I shake my head and say my goodbyes.

Time to go suck it up alone and not bring the mood down for everyone else.

As I leave the venue to head to where we’ll be sleeping, I frown.

Voices drift toward me.

Should I go back inside and call someone? What if I’m just being paranoid and it’s some family outside smoking a cigarette?

I decide to check it out before I make a fool of myself.

When I turn the corner, there is a group of men there. I don’t recognize any of them.

They are gathered around, talking.

I frown and try to eavesdrop. With everything going on with the Murphys, we can never be too careful.

It takes me a moment to figure out what they’re saying.

“Whoever's easier to get to,” someone says. “If it’s the pregnant one, so be it.”

Oh, God.

Knowing I’m paranoid or suffering from drunken hallucinations would have been a relief right about now.

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