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“I’m just going to…” Colt moves quickly, leaving us alone.

“Amelia, you will not leave here until you finish your food.”

“What do you care!?”

“I won’t have my wife starve to death!”

“Oh, you’re really enjoying this aren’t you,” I snap, grabbing the plate of pasta, “Wife this, wife that, how about you take that word and shove it straight up your ass!”

I shovel a mouthful of pasta into my face, too much to comfortably chew but I don’t care. Let me repulse him enough that he’ll stay the fuck away from me.

He smirks as he watches and continues to watch while I eat the entire bowl, my stomach cramping painfully now it has food in it.

He lifts a hand and swipes some sauce off the side of my mouth, licking his finger clean before he slides a bowl of fries my way.

“Absolutely not.”

He glares.

“I’ve had enough!”

“More.”

I manage half the fries before I feel like I’m about to burst. “I can’t have anymore.”

He looks down at the food. There were still two full plates of food that even looking at made me feel sick. Colt had ordered too much.

“You will eat with me everyday from now, Amelia. No questions. And if it is not me, then one of my men and rest assured, they will not let you leave until you’ve eaten a satisfactory amount. You are my wife, you will take care of yourself.”

I scoff, “Whatever, Gabriel, can we go now?”

He cocks a brow, “No fight?”

“I’m tired, I want to see my son,” I sigh, “Please can we just go?”

He searches my face and then subtly nods once, climbing from the booth before offering a hand to help me out. I don’t take it and climb out by myself. “Did you finish shopping?” He asks.

“I did.”

“Did you get enough?”

I shrug, “It’s enough.”

The house was chaotic when we returned back, the twins and Colt had left the mall long before we did but there were more people here than there had been before. I glance towards the windows, seeing the yard where the ceremony took place the day before and noticing nothing out of the ordinary. No blood stains, no glass, it was like the massacre never happened.

“Where’s Lincoln?” I ask.

“In the den with my mother,” Gabriel tells me, pushing me towards the door, “Go. Spend some time in there.”

“What? No cage today?”

“If you would prefer to stay locked away then be my guest, Amelia.”

“And how do you know I won’t run?”

He smirks, “You think you can get passed my men?” He glances around. I steel my spine knowing he was right, there was no chance, “But should you manage it, be sure to know I’ll chase, there will be no escaping me, no place you could hide where I wouldn’t find you.”

“Thanks for the warning,” I sneer.

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