Page 163 of Poison Vows

They continue like this right in front of me, not at all caring that there’s a bloody war about to happen.

“You know, I think she appreciates being asked first,” Ty says seriously, tapping his chin. “It’s best to ask her later.”

“Won’t she hate every suggestion we give?”

“It could be.”

“Then what do we do?”

“Young madam is more appropriate then,” Ty finally concedes.

The twins look at each and nod affirmatively before looking back at me and falling silent.

“Are you two done?”

They glance at each other then quickly stand at attention. “Yes, sir,” they say unanimously.

“If all fails, call her by her real name! Mrs. fucking Easton!”

Being seasoned and well-versed with my character and temperament, both of them know better than to speak, so they quickly leave, to complete their orders.

I swiftly go to the study where the old man is waiting. My phone buzzes with a text.

George: You clearly lost your fucking mind if this news is true.

What?

George: Unless your infamous, sinister persona has a clone, you got married to HER tonight, didn’t you?

Yes, and?

A new text comes from Noah. I realize this is a group chat that was started God only knows when.

Noah: YOU GOT MARRIED?????

King: Oh look! The monster is human after all.

Noah: Don’t tell me you went and married that princess from somewhere? Or is it Shortcake from Hazzy Strip Club?

George: It would’ve been a thousand lifetimes better if he had married a stripper. Her life is nowhere as precious as Ivy’s!!

Noah: YOU LIE! HE MARRIED IVY?

King: Noah, stop shouting. Em, you decided to accelerate your death? Good for you.

George: Spider’s going to skin him alive.

Noah: Haha! I’ll enjoy that show! But wait, why didn’t you invite us?

King: I never invited you to my wedding…

Noah: That’s because you’re a defective human being with no hope of recovery. Big Em is simply emotionally challenged. Let’s lower our expectations appropriately, gentlemen.

George: Can you two focus? If the plan had gone on, Ivy would still be safe. What now?

King: That plan was crap from the get-go. It was a lie Em fed himself! There’s no way on this planet he was going to let another man marry Ivy, even if it were a sham.

Noah: Ah, this brings back very fond memories of when Em almost put King in a body bag for kissing Ivy that year. Didn’t he give you a concussion, fractured ribs, and a punctured lung?

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