Page 33 of Arranged Obsession
“They switched. Padraig, that fucking piece of shit.”
I stare wildly at where the main Whelan family is seated. The father is gesturing at Adriano like he needs to get on with it. There are hundreds of eyes watching, and most of them are extremely important. None of these men want to be embarrassed, especially not right now.
“But I’m supposed to marry Finn. That’s—that’s?—”
“Their fucking killer.” Adriano looks livid. “Get up there. Say the words. We’ll handle everything later.”
Panic swells in me. “This is insane. They can’t just swap grooms.”
“I’ll handle it. For now, don’t embarrass the Famiglia.”
“Adriano,fuckthe Famiglia.”
His grip on my hand tightens into claws. “Just do it, Bianca, and let me clean up the mess later.”
I stagger into position. Lucy’s standing behind me, completely horrified.I’m sorry, she mouths at me, and I don’t reply.
I’m too caught up in the look Cormac’s giving me.
There’s anger. There’s hate. But there’s also a deep and intense possessive need, like he’s been thinking about me as much as I’ve been thinking about him since that brief touch in the garden.
How did one brush with his fingers cause all this?
“You’re not Finn,” I whisper as the crowd begins to take their seats.
“No, I’m not.”
“What’s going on?”
He reaches out and takes my hands as the priest begins the ceremony. His voice is liquid and velvet. His touch sends a wild shiver down my spine.
“I’m yours forever, my saint.”
The fuck?
His saint?
I’m reeling as the priest goes through the ceremony. I’m dimly aware of words, vows, rings, all that stuff. But I’m trying to make sense of what’s happening while dealing with a minor panic attack.
Someone needs to stop this insanity.
But nobody does.
I’m trapped with him.
Caught with gorgeous and terrifying Cormac.
He’s everything that’s wrong with our world. He’s a monster, a killer, a user, and a taker. I’ve given my life to counterbalance men like him.
And now I’m promising to stay with him. ‘Til death do us part.
Help me, help me, help me,I’m thinking and sending glances over at Adriano, but he’s sitting completely rigid in the front pew, jaw tight, face red with anger. Doing absolutely jack shit.
I’m so lost that I barely even notice it when the priest steps back and gestures dramatically.
“You may now kiss the bride,” he says.
I open my mouth to scream. This can’t be happening. I’m marrying the wrong man. I had no spark with Finn, but at least he wasn’t a psychopathic killer.
