Page 150 of Four Fiances & I

“They will be fine,” Mykela says behind me, touching my shoulder.

“No, they won't. Someone is after each of us, and I can’t leave them in danger.”

“No one is after any of you. You sorted it when you sorted Mitchell.” I turn to argue, but Mykela smiles and nods. “Trust me.”

“But the dress, the flowers, and the security system, so many things have happened, and I can't leave until we know the threat has gone.”

“Babe, it will be fine,” she smiles, cupping my face again, as I try desperately not to recoil from her touch. “I think you will find they weren’t trying to hurt anyone, just get the wedding postponed, giving them time to scare Jasmine away.”

I pretend to think about it for a second before making my eyes bulge from my head.

“Did you…?”

“I did what was needed to buy us more time,” she smiles. “I knew if the wedding was cancelled, and Jasmine disappeared, I could get you to realise what’s right in front of you.”

The woman is a fucking psychopath.

“It can't have all been you?”

“It was,” she smiles smugly. “It wasn’t easy, but with a little help from my brother, I taught myself how to hack the system, which helped me get into the dress shop, florist and the hotel. Slipping the night staff some sleeping pills helped with the hotel. He thought I was just a friendly guest and still has no idea he fell asleep, which gave me time to cause the damage needed to the ceremony room.”

“But how did you get into Maximus’s phone to message me the night of the lockdown?” It’s something we haven’t been able to work out.

“That was easy; he always leaves his phone in his car. All I had to do was unlock it with the spare key I borrowed from the office, send the message and then delete it from his phone but not yours.” Of course she would know everything we do; she has watched us for years.

“But why the dresses? That was aimed purely at Jasmine, even though you claim to like her.”

“I do like her, which is why I don’t want her to marry your brothers.” She takes a step forward and cups my cheek. “Babe, your brothers are evil. They kill without a second thought of who they leave behind. I will never understand how sweet and caring you are when you’re related to them and Tommy.”

“My brothers do what they need for us to survive,” I argue instinctively. “Everything they do is for our family.”

“Normal people don’t live like this, babe. They don’t kill and steal. They don’t hunt people down because of their past. Christian could have just reported them to the police; they didn’t need to die.”

I open my mouth to tell her they did deserve it, and I hope he made their deaths painful. But I need to keep her on my side.

“The stag do?” I ask quietly. “I could have been killed.” Mykela’s eyes darken as she shakes her head. “That was Mitchell and his men getting out of control. He was the only main threat. After that night, you were safe. I made sure of it.”

“So if I leave, are my brothers and Jasmine free? No one will turn up to hurt them if they lower security?” Mykela shakes her head and smiles.

“So, we can leave and never come back if you want. You can stay with me until you get on your feet. Or we could move into a temporary home until we find somewhere else? Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”

I nod, causing her to squeal and throw her arms around my neck.

“What do you want to do?” she asks, releasing me.

“You head off, and I will pack a bag. We can meet up somewhere, or give me your address, and I will come round.”

Mykela nods excitedly before heading to the desk and writing down her address. When she hands it to me, I can’t miss the huge smile on her face. How long has she had these feelings for me?

“Before you leave, try to persuade Jasmine to run. Your brothers will bring her down like they have done to you, and I do like her. You are just too good for her.”

“Jasmine would never leave my brothers. Nor will they ever let her.” Neither will I, and I need to make sure she knows that if she has heard any of this.

Mykela watches me for a moment before leaning in and kissing my cheek. I jump back on instinct, not wanting her to touch me. I’m disgusted with her and all she has done. Just as I think she has seen how repelled by her I am, she smiles and cups my face again.

“You take all the time you need. I have waited this long for you; I can wait a little longer until you realise how much you love me, too.”

I can’t bring myself to answer, so I just nod and head to the door. Stepping back, I run my fingers through my hair.

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