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“Colby.” I managed to get out between sobs.

“From the show?” Her jaw dropped with realization. She was squeezing my shoulders in her hands. “That’s not—”

“Don’t you dare say it’s notthat badthat I married a stripper last night.” I choked out, losing my handle on reality. I was just glad I had my meltdown here and not in front of Colby.Fuck my life.

“Well—He’s not technically a stripper—” She mumbled.

“Semantics, Chy,” I roared, shoving her away from me and storming into my bedroom to change.

She followed me and leaned against the doorframe.

“It’s okay, Sienna. We’ll find a good lawyer who can—”

“You seriously believe that I can afford a lawyer right now?” I turned to face her. “Look around, Chyler, I live in a fucking rundown studio apartment. My refrigerator is empty, and my pantry is full of ramen and boxes of mac and cheese. I can’t afford jack shit, let alone a goddamn divorce lawyer.” I sneered.

“I’m only trying to help,” Chyler shouted, her hands balling into fists. “But clearly, you don’t want it, so fuck you too, then.” She pushed off the doorframe and turned to exit the apartment. “Call me when you are level-headed and done being a bitch.”

The door slammed shut, and I fell onto my bed, crying until I could no longer think or breathe.

GOD-FUCKING-DAMNIT!

Chapter 11

Colby

I let her gothis morning. It was entertaining to see just how pissed off I could make my wife as she stormed out of the penthouse. Sienna refused to accept that we were married but she wouldn’t for long. I made a promise to her last night that I would give her everything, and I plan on keeping that promise. I’ll give her the fucking world.

After carrying her out to my cherry red Polaris Slingshot, I threw on the spare clothes—jeans and a T-shirt—I kept for emergencies and drove her straight to The Little Chapel of the West. She laughed at the idea of marrying me when we pulled up, thinking it would make for a great story in the morning, a joke to her friends, but she didn’t know just how serious I was.

The owner of the wedding chapel works for the Men Under Revue, so he had no issue whatsoever with her drunken state asshe signed the marriage license he slid in front of her. He doesn’t question us and never will. That’s what comes with the power we hold over the Strip.

When she finished signing the documents, I was able to catch her full name.

Sienna Isabelle Carter—now, Sienna Isabelle Bryce.

In the five years I've worked for the brotherhood, I’ve learned to take what I want, and she is exactly that: what I wanted. I didn’t feel the need to chase her around, to woo her like a normal man would.

Instead, I put a ring on it, one with a tracker so that I could keep a close eye on her. She wouldn’t take it off; she was too stubborn to do that. She’ll continue to wear it as afuck youto me. But if she does take it off, I’ve also installed one on the back of her phone’s battery.

Within the past three hours, I was able to track where she lived and, I assumed, where she worked. The pin on my app told me she was at—what appeared to be—a Pilates studio on the west side of Paradise, closer to Spring Valley.

Opening the browser on my phone, I searched the address to find the studio’s name and operating hours. Sunset Pilates, she would be there until at least seven tonight, which worked for me.

Locking my phone, I dropped it into my gym bag, slid on my sneakers, and headed to the elevator. I skipped out on last night's finale and signings and knew that Jaxon would have a few choice words waiting for me once I got to the showroom for training and rehearsal.

I rode the elevator to the basement garage, tossing my bag into the passenger seat before getting into the driver’s seat and peeling out of the garage.

I could already hear Jaxon’s reprimands in the back of my mind as I drove to Neon Palms. It had been a good long whilesince I last pissed him off, so this should be pretty entertaining for everyone, including myself.

I didn’t give a fuck if he scolded me in front of the other blokes. I got what I wanted last night. I was a happy, sated fucking man. Nothing he could say or do would ruin that for me.

Abso-fucking-lutely nothing.

Pulling into the parking garage at Neon Palms, I jogged up the stairs to the showroom and made my way to the back door for the locker room. Once inside, I shoved my bag into my locker and strolled to the stage for rehearsals.

I could already hear the music playing. Jaxon had started rehearsal without me.

When I arrived, I was already dressed in my gym shorts, white sneakers, and a white tank top, so there was no need for me to change. I was ready to start practicing for tonight’s show.

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