Page 5 of Wed to the Devil

“Fuck that,” I snarl. Leaning closer, I expect her to shrink back. She’s much smaller than me, her weight much more slight.

But Aunt Minnie doesn’t budge. She narrows her eyes and manages to look completely unimpressed by me.

“Don’t.” She puts up her hand, stopping me in my tracks. “What are you going to do? Huh? Are you going to beat me up?”

I feel a flash of heat on the back of my neck once more.

“I’ll do whatever I have to do to find Talia,” I rasp out. “I will search everywhere for her. She can’t hide from me.”

Aunt Minnie gives me a wry chuckle. “I have no doubt that you believe that. You are very much your father’s son. You know that?”

“That isn’t exactly a compliment,” I grit out.

“I didn’t mean it to be one!” She fires back, as sharp as a honed blade. “You Morgans are all the damned same. When Talia told me she was marrying you…” She clamps her mouth shut, her chin wobbling as she whips her head from side to side. “I tried to tell her.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” I snap. “I’m just trying to find Talia. I’m worried about her!”

And furious with her, but there is no need to get into that just now.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you,” Minnie bites off. She scowls at me and crosses her arms, withdrawing at last. “She hasn’t called. And if she had, I wouldn’t tell you. You won’t find Talia by darkening my doorstep, you big bully.”

“A lot of help you are,” I hiss at her.

Turning, I start pacing toward my Porsche again. I hear Aunt Minnie’s voice call out as I am rounding the trunk, my eyes locked on the driver’s side door handle.

“Give her space! I raised her for twenty three years. If Talia is mad, the worst thing you can do is invade her privacy.”

I fling the car door open and shout at Aunt Minnie as I climb in.

“Talia gave up her privacy when she agreed to wear my fucking ring. She’sminenow. My little wife, carrying my fucking baby.”

Aunt Minnie gapes at me as I slam the door to the car. I realize belatedly that Talia probably hasn’t told her aunt about the baby yet and I probably just ruined any chance at a special moment between them.

But it’s not my fucking fault.

It’s Talia’s fault for running away.

I’m going to find her. And by god, I’m going to punish her for this little stunt. I’m going to put her across my lap and spank her plump ass until it glows red as a cherry.

And then I’m going to fuck her until she knows that I own her, body and soul, for as long as we both shall fucking live. Every inch of Talia is long since bought and paid for.

The engine roars to life as I gun it, heading off into the darkness to find my wife.

ChapterTwo

TALIA

“Ireally can't thank you enough for the ride.” I swallow, looking at the young man that helped me escape from the party. He takes off his chauffeur’s cap and scrubs a hand through his hair, looking aggravated.

“You didn't say why you needed to leave. And I am not asking you to tell me. I just want to know that you're safe.” He peers out the windshield at the random block of houses I've had him stop the car at. “Are you sure that this is where you want to be dropped off?”

I nod and pull my wallet from my purse. It's a tiny thing, just large enough to accommodate my ID and debit card and a little bit of cash. I take the forty dollars that I have and offer it to the driver.

“I'm sure. Please take this.”

He shakes his head and glances out the windshield again. It's fully dark and the houses on the street are a little run down.

“I don't feel right leaving you here. And I won’t take your money.”

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