Page 79 of Desperate Actions

I don’t know how long he intends to stay married to me.

I don’t know if this is temporary or forever.

And meanwhile?

My mother and his mother are already planning parties.

Receptions.

Future celebrations.

Suddenly, I feel like I’m dying over here.

Drowning.

Because if this is just a moment, a fleeting thing that will end as quickly as it began, I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive it.

My father crosses his arms, his stance shifting into something even heavier, even more immovable.

“No way.”

His voice is gruff, and immediately, the atmosphere changes.

I tense.

Sammy’s fingers twitch against my waist.

“I’m not leaving Aella until I know she’s okay with all this,” Dad grunts, his gaze cutting toward Andres and Sammy before settling on me again.

I stiffen.

He says it like there’s actually something tonotbe okay with.

Like I’m some helpless little girl who got lured into a bad decision she can’t take back.

“If she’s okay with what?” Andres asks, his voice slow, even, but edged with curiosity.

Angel jerks his head toward Sammy.

“With going home withhim.”

And there it is.

That final challenge.

That last line drawn in the sand.

I don’t get the chance to react before Sammy’s entire frame tightens, his posture straightening, solidifying.

His jaw locks.

His eyes darken.

And just like that—he’s not just Sammy, the man who kissed me stupid in a Vegas chapel.

He’s Sammy Ramirez, a son of Wolves, a soldier trained for war, a man who doesn’t take kindly to someone questioning his claim.

“Aella is my wife, Mr. Fury.”

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