Page 4 of Fragile Union

The door opens and I fully expect it to be Dante ready to reclaim his wife, but instead I see Georgina. Her brown hair cut shorter than usual, stopping under her chin. The dress she's wearing is a pale cream, almost on the verge of white, it's strapless and hits her mid-thigh. Her lips are twisted into a scowl as she glares at Makenna.

"Isn't it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?" Georgina sneers as she steps toward me.

Makenna gives her a shark’s grin. "Oh, hon, I am not his bride and you do not want to tangle with me."

Now that's something I'd fucking pay money to see. Makenna kicking her fucking ass.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Georgina?" I bite out, wondering why she's even in my room, or how she knew where I'd be.

She runs her finger over the buttons on my shirt. "I wanted to see you," she breathes, as she pushes up against me. "I thought you might want to have one last fuck before you marry the ugly bitch."

My hand wraps around her neck. "That's my fucking wife you're talking about," I snap. I've had enough of this fucking cunt. "I told you months ago I wouldn't be going anywhere near your ass again. You reek of desperation. What did you think would happen, that you'd text me thinking I'd run to you?"

Her face is red and her eyes are wide. "Romero, please, we were so good together."

I shake my head as my fingers tighten around her neck. "No, fuck no. You do not act as though we were more than we were. You have a great mouth, that's all you have going for you."

Tears fall down her cheeks as she grips my hand. "Please," she begs.

I release her and take a step back. My gaze goes around the room and I see Makenna's not the only one in the room with me. Holly, Dante, Alessio, and Denis are all here too. Holly's eyes are wide but the guys are all smug as fuck.

"This is the last time I tell your ass, Georgina, contact me again and you'll not like the result. Fuck with my wife and I'll end you."

She huffs as she rushes out of the room, not before glaring at both Makenna and Holly. She even thinks of doing anything to my wife, I'll make sure she'll regret it. I'll go after everyone she holds close.

"Seems as though Kenna was right," Denis says into the silence.

I turn to him. "About what?"

He grins. "Holly, don't be long," he tells her as he places a kiss on her head before he, Dante, Alessio, and Makenna leave the room.

I finally take her in, and as always something in me stirs. I'm not gone like Dante was over Makenna, that fucker practically fell in love at first sight. But I do have some protective instincts toward her. To say I'm attracted to her is an understatement. The woman is fucking gorgeous and funny as hell. She's quick-witted and always has a comeback, albeit they're usually aimed at me as I've pissed her off. She's wearing sweats, her hair is in curls at the top of her head, and she's not wearing any makeup. Yet, she's still one of the most beautiful women I've ever laid eyes on.

"So," she begins, her voice soft, it's something I've learned about her. She never raises her voice. Ever. "You didn't go to her that day? I know you knew I saw the message." Her Irish accent soft, sometimes I have to strain to understand her, thankfully, now isn’t one of those times.

"Yeah I know, I'm not blind. I also thought you'd have the courage to ask me outright."

She narrows her eyes at me. "You're an arsehole most of the time, Romero, why would I think you wouldn't have gone to her? The message made it seem as though you messaged her first." Her lips curl in disgust.

I take a step toward her like a predator inching toward its prey, and smirk when she holds her head up high. "I'm a fucking asshole, Holly. I'm never going to change. I'm a depraved monster who has no qualms in slaughtering families. I'll happily do so with a goddamn smile on my face. You are going to be my wife. It's time for you to start acting like it."

She tilts her head to the side and studies me and I realize she's more like Makenna than I realized. "What do you want me to do?"

“Act like the princess you are. Don’t let anyone fucking try and take what’s yours. I can guarantee no one will be taking what’s mine.”

She raises her perfectly shaped brow, a smile tugging at her lips. "I'm not yours, yet."

Oh she's just fucking poked the bear. Possessiveness rears its motherfucking head, and I slam my lips against hers, as my hands fly to her waist and I pull her against me. I’m loving that she whimpers as I push my tongue past her lips and possess her mouth, dominating it; her moans are more than enough encouragement.

I'm rock fucking hard and so close to pushing her against the wall and fucking her.

"You're mine, Holly," I grunt when I pull back.

Her lips are swollen and pink, her cheeks red from the heat, and her eyes are wide with lust. She looks fucking perfect, and I can't wait until I finally make her mine.

Makenna was right, having Holly, who's untouched, will make me possessive of her. All of the women I've been with have been with either one of my brothers and while I don't usually mind, I know I'd kill them if they ever thought about trying that with Holly.

"Fine," she huffs. "But make no mistake Romero, you cheat on me and I'm going for your balls."

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