Page 67 of Brutal Vows
Only this time, it’s not the target I’m worried about.
I should be. Lili’s going to be my bloody wife. She’s a lovely girl, and she’s going to make a lovely wife. But the moment Caruso said he believed the armed intruders were here for Lili, I could think of nothing else but the safety of her aunt.
Reyna.
Queen Devil Bitch of All Existence, who makes my blood boil and my dick hard and speaks to me with the kind of disrespect no man would dare to, because it would get him killed.
Reyna who hates me.
Reyna who challenges me.
Reyna who has the guts of a Viking and the body of a fertility goddess and the attitude of a feral cat.
I shouldn’t be worried about her. If anyone ever did kidnap that woman, he’d regret it within the hour. He’d throw her back through the front window with an apology note and speed away as fast as he could.
If she didn’t drive a dagger through his heart first.
She’s a witch! Demon spawn of the devil!
But she shot a man for me. She had my back—literally—and killed a man.
Why did she do that if she hates me so much? She could’ve simply let me get killed and dusted off her hands. Good riddance to a man she insults at every opportunity and only ever calls by his last name.
And lies to like it’s her favorite hobby.
A man who made her look like she wanted to puke when she saw him without his shirt.
But why was she so concerned about my wound? Why would she care if it got infected? Why would she offer to stitch me up?
Why would sheinsiston stitching me up, then take such care as she did, biting her lip in concentration?
And why, oh fuckingwhy,can’t I stop thinking about her?
We don’t even like each other, for fuck’s sake!
No. That’s not true. I do actually like her. Despite her sharp edges that could cleanly shear off a limb, I like how smart she is. How quick-witted. How funny, though I’m usually the punchlineof the joke. I like the way she lobs an insult like a tennis drive, then hits me again when I lob one back.
I like how protective she is of Lili. How tender she is with her. Like a mama bear with her cub.
It means she’s not all razor blades and barbed wire. Somewhere underneath all that armor she wears beats a soft heart.
A soft heart that learned how to hide from a cruel hand.
I meant what I said when I told her I’d like to kill her dead husband. I’d even be happy to exhume his rotten corpse and have a go at that.
I also meant what I said when I told her I never wanted to see her after the wedding. That was the God’s honest truth.
Because every second I spend in that woman’s company is a reminder of all the reasons I agreed to an arranged marriage in the first place.
Christ. I wish a few dozen more of those intruders would show up.
I’m going to need to shoot a lot more people before all this is over.
FIFTEEN
REY
When I rise early in the morning and head to the kitchen to make breakfast for the men, I find Quinn already there, standing in the middle of the room like he’s been waiting in that spot for centuries.
