Page 106 of Ruining Him
Once we finally land, he approaches me cautiously and unties me from the chair, but not before handcuffing both of my wrists together.
I swear I’m going to kill him.
“Boss’ orders,” he mutters, referring to Lana, before guiding me off the jet. He places me in the back of a blacked-out escalade and slides in the other side, making sure to keep a healthy amount of distance between us.
The driver they hired must be in on whatever’s happening, because he doesn’t blink an eye at the sight of me handcuffed and clearly disheveled.
I look out of the window as we drive, and it’s then that I start to realize where we are.
“Is this some sort of college reunion?” I ask as we get into the heart of Blackwater. “Because I think the reunions usually start ten years after graduation, not three.”
Harley snorts and shakes his head, but he doesn’t give me a verbal response.
Wow, he’s real helpful today.
I lean my head back against the head rest and close my eyes. I feel surprisingly refreshed after being drugged, which is a good thing, since I haven’t fucking slept properly since Lana left.
The car pulls to a stop, and I open one eye to see where we are.
Excitement starts to thrum in my veins when I see we’re at the old church Lana and I used to fight at. Other people—not each other after we officially got together. This place makes me a little nostalgic of my fighting days, since I stopped after graduation. I didn’t need it as a way to let out my emotionsanymore since Lana helped me become the man I am today, and whenever I feel the need to let off some steam, Lana is always willing to spar with me. I bounce my knee as Harley exits the vehicle and I wait for him to let me out.
He opens the door and leans down to look me in the eye. “If I uncuff you, are you going to kill me?”
“When I’m pretty sure my girl is in that building and I haven’t seen her for three days? No, I won’t kill you,” I say, and he beams. That is, until I add, “Right now.” The smile drops from his face, but I just hold my hands out for him to unlock the handcuffs. He does and takes a step back to give me room to get out of the car.
“Okay, what the fuck is going on?” I ask, running a hand through my hair before straightening my suit and heading toward the entrance of the church.
He steps in front of me, opening the door and motioning for me to enter. “Find out for yourself.”
I walk inside the church, finding it dark and empty, which is to be expected from an abandoned building at eleven in the damn morning. But I know Lana, and if she is here like I suspect, then I know exactly where she’ll be. I head to the black room, the room we used to fight in, and there she is.
She’s standing in the middle of the ring, wearing a blood-red gown and looking as stunning as ever. I can’t take my eyes off of her as I approach, taking in the way the material of the dress molds to her skin, the way her hair is tied up with a few loose tendrils framing her face. Her tattoos are on full display, including the one she got after the cuts I carved into the bottom of her back healed and I refused to cut them again deeper. She got my name tattooed on her, right where her heart is, since she said she didn’t like the idea of getting a ‘trampstamp.’
“What’s happening?” I whisper when I realize that she’s not the only one standing in the ring. Logan stands behind her, wearing a suit, while the rest of our friends and family are dotted around the room.
She takes a step towards me, a smile curving her lips. “You didn’t give me a choice four years ago when you decided you wanted me to be your girlfriend.”
Another step forward, and my heart rate increases the closer she gets until I can’t take it anymore and close the distance between us. I stand in front of her and grip her waist with one hand before pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear with the other.
“I didn’t…” I say, trailing off.
“Well, today, you’ll become my husband, andyou’rethe one who doesn’t get a choice in the matter.”
Baby, those are the best damn words I’ve ever heard.
