Page 46 of Tangled in Vows

There’s a loud knock on the door.

Fucking hell. The universe must really hate me.

Olivia jumps back as if she just got burned, staring everywhere but at me.

I roughly rub my hands through my beard, a frustrated sound rumbling from my chest.

Later, I’ll probably be grateful for the interruption. But right now, all I can think about is how close I was to finally tasting those sweet lips.

Whoever is at the door better have his will written.

Another knock sounds, deflating my dick for good.

Well, at least that problem is solved.

I sternly look at Olivia. “Stay back.”

I march to the door, not bothering with a shirt. Although there are several guards outside, I still snatch my gun from underneath the entryway table, ignoring the gasp from Olivia.

I didn’t tell her I hid several guns around the place, but I guess that cat’s out of the bag now.

Peeking through the peephole, I stare straight into Jax’s grim face. Relaxing my stance, I open the door wide enough to double-check it’s safe.

Jax clears his throat. “Something was dropped off at the front desk for Olivia by the regular courier.”

I open the door and take the offered envelope. I’m about to open my mouth, but Jax beats me to it.

“It’s safe, a photo. I already updated Archer.”

I slap Jax on the arm. “Good work, man. I appreciate it.”

He nods. “Of course. I’m going downstairs to recheck the security footage.”

With that, he leaves. I focus on the remaining two guards, Maverick and Beck, and they immediately dip their chins.

“Morning, boss.”

Lowering my voice, I say, “I want you to tell me anything you think could be out of the ordinary, okay? Any small detail.”

Beck lifts his chin. “You got it.”

“Thanks.”

They’re both newer recruits to Archer and my security company, but both are well-trained and can hold their own. We intermittently scout out fights at the club to add to our team.

“Hold?” Olivia calls from behind me, and I close the door with another nod at the guys.

After putting the gun back in place, I walk to where she stayed with Stormy behind the kitchen island.

There isn’t a trace of the earlier lust left on her face, all of it replaced by worry and maybe some fear.

I want to find the person who’s behind this shit and peel the skin slowly off their body.

Olivia takes the envelope from me with shaky hands and pulls out a large photo with a sharp inhale. She stares at it with wide eyes before turning it around for me to see.

Time stops.

It’s a picture of us dancing last night. But that’s not what has my blood boiling. It’s what’s written on the picture in bold letters.

---