Page 162 of Tangled In Lies

I hate that I wasn't able to finish the job and beat his face in.

Grabbing Eve’s hands, I squeeze them and mouth, “I love you.”

This is not the end. We will get out of here. We will survive.

I walk toward Tyler, with my hands curled into fists infront of me.

Showtime.

Once I’ve taken my spot, we all turn our heads toward Eve. I feast my eyes on my beautiful bride, committing every detail to memory.

Tyler ruins the moment when he curses under his breath.

“Stop.” He barks something at Ruby, who runs into one of the sectioned-off rooms and rushes to Eve with something in her hand.

Eve gasps.

Ruby holds out the item to her. Eve’s hands shake, but she accepts the dark bundle. I have a good guess what it might be.

That sicko.

“Perfect.” Tyler’s voice is giddy. “Music, please.”

I detest him more with every passing second

Ruby uses her phone, and after a few seconds, the “Bridal Chorus” fills the air.

Eve’s chest heaves as she ambles toward me. Despite the situation, there’s a flutter in my stomach, and I watch her every step. She’s a vision in her nontraditional dress, which is quite fitting, considering the majority of our relationship has been pretty nontraditional too.

The fairy tale version of us I told Eve about yesterday is so far from reality it’s laughable. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t get the ending we want.

Many roads lead to a happily ever after, and if ours is tainted by violence and murder, so be it. I’m happy to bathe in the blood of our enemies if it means I’ll have her forever.

It will be well worth it to kill Tyler to get Eve out of here alive.

Eve reaches us, and now that I get a better glimpse, myguess is confirmed. A bouquet of dark-red wilted roses. The same ones Tyler sent Eve before.

I cannot wait until this asshole is as dead as these flowers.

Ruby takes the bouquet from Eve, and Tyler clears his voice.

“We’ve gathered here today to celebrate the union of these two lovebirds.” He smiles as if he’s genuinely happy.

Eve intertwines her hands with mine, a luxury I’m glad the handcuffs allow.

“Did you hear that, old man?”

I frown at Tyler’s words. Did he just call me old man?

He grins at us and rubs his hands. “My bad, I totally forgot about the other surprise.” He rushes to the chair next to his little podium and turns around a laptop.

My mouth falls open when I get a look at the screen. “Dad?”

Tyler waves me off. “He isn’t allowed to talk right now, as you can see, so don’t bother.”

Duct tape covers my dad’s mouth, and his murderous gaze glares straight at the camera.

“What the fuck is going on?” I slowly feel like I’m losing my mind with all of Tyler’s damn “surprises.”

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