Page 32 of Devious Kingpin
“Get behind me, Juliette,” Dante growled. “Before your fucking brother makes a mistake and shoots you.”
I rolled my eyes. What a stupid thing to say!
“Juliette, listen to your one-minute husband,” Killian snickered. “I’ll end him before we leave and you can be a widow.”
It sounded tempting, but not at the cost of Dante’s life. I couldn’t let my fear dictate what happens to him. I swallowed hard, fear trembling in my chest. It felt cold, icing over my lungs.
“Killian, lower your weapon,” Dad chimed in calmly. My brother ignored him. According to the expression on Dad’s face, he was close to losing his shit. “Dante, lower your weapon, then; since my son has turned into a stubborn ass.”
Dante ignored him too.
“Liam, let’s take Killian and go check on the baby,” Davina said, attempting to ease the tense situation. “I don’t like to leave him with the sitter.”
I forced a smile. “You will leave my hotel room too,” I said, locking eyes with my brother. “Now.”
“This isn’t over, DiLustro,” Killian warned as he turned on his heel and left us. At least he listened. Usually he did whatever the hell he wanted. Although, he’d been different lately. More pensive. Less aggressive. I didn’t know if it had something to do with his broken engagement or something else.
Once he was gone, the girls all started to leave. I could see by the look in their eyes, this wouldn’t be the end of it either.
“Can we get the juicy details?” Wynter mused. “After all, it’s payback time.”
“Get out,” I snapped. “Everyone, get out.”
“Well, that seems unfair,” Davina mockingly sneered. “We shared all the juicy details with you.”
I narrowed my eyes on her. She knew very well I never wanted to know the juicy details of her with my dad. Yuck! No, thank you.
“No, you didn’t.” I padded across the floor, Dante right at my back. God, if this was how things would go, he’d be dead by my own hand before the week was over. “Now, get out.”
I pushed them out of the room, ignoring their snickering remarks.
With the door shut, I leaned against it with a heavy sigh. “This is a clusterfuck,” I grumbled, searching Dante’s eyes. “We need an annulment. Right away.”
Dante’s phone beeped and he reached for it. Something resembling satisfaction passed his expression before he masked it.
He gestured between us. “Get dressed. Your father wants us at Emory’s birthday party.”
I groaned. I forgot about the birthday party being hosted at her place tonight. It was the only reason we’d come to Vegas.
“I’ll go with my family,” I reasoned. “You go with yours. No need to act like we’re married.”
“But wearemarried.” He gestured to my hand as if to bring his point home. As if I could forget. I’d only held the stupid marriage certificate minutes ago. “And your father expects us to go together. So do I.”
I gaped at him.
“So what? Just because you two insist, I have to follow?” I snapped. We stood chest to chest, the scent of a forest after rain and leather seeping into my lungs. An involuntary shudder traveled through me. “I won’t go with you,” I protested. “We are not together.”
“We’re married,” he gritted.
“I don’t know what happened last night but mistakes happen. Everyone knows we’d never have gotten married if we were sober.”
He maintained his composure, his gaze cold on me but his jaw ticked, betraying him. “Never say never.”
I let out a frustrated breath. “Iamsaying never, Dante.” When he remained silent, I continued, my tone higher in pitch. “I’m not sleeping with you. I’m not going to be married to you. I’m not doing anything with you. I’d sooner cut your dick off than have sex with you.”
“Get dressed, Juliette,” he ordered. Placing both his hands on my arms, he lifted me up like a stiff doll and shifted me to the left.
Then he left the room as I stared after him and the closed door.
