Page 38 of Malicious Wedding

“Hey!” I say, struggling against him. “Wait a second.”

“No waiting.”

“Carson!” I slap at his arm. “Stop it! I’m not done here.”

“Too bad.” He throws the door open, whipping around, glaring into the bar like a monster. Like pure fucking sex.

It’s insane, but I have never been more attracted to a man in my entire life.

What is wrong with me?

“Sit back down,” he snaps.

I follow his gaze. Everyone’s following with varying levels of distress in their expressions.

But at his command, they begin to slink back to the bar.

Freaking cowards.

“I’m fine,” I say, rolling my eyes. “It’s fine. Close up, head home. It’ll be fine.”

“Come.” He keeps on dragging me. On the way out, he barks commands to his men. “Keep the place safe. Make sure her employees get home. Post men on each of them. Nobody hurts her people.”

“Yes, sir.”

Carson practically throws me into the car. Fitz stares into the rearview, looking startled. “Where to?” he asks.

“Home,” Carson says, unable to take his eyes off me. His unmitigated attention makes me squirm. “Call Judge Henson. Tell him the wedding’s happening right now. And get my lawyer out there.”

“Wait,” I say, panicking. “Wedding? Lawyer?Right now?”

“Go,” Carson growls.

Fitz starts driving.

Chapter17

Ash

Carson drags me from the car and around the side of the house. We take a flagstone lined path skirting through a beautiful garden of native plants and perfectly trimmed bushes. It’d be beautiful if this asshole weren’t pulling me along like I’m luggage.

“Will you slow down?” I snap, pulling against him. “Just hold on a second. I agreed to marry you, but I didn’t say it had to be today.”

“We’re not waiting.” He checks his watch. “Henson and Saverio should be in position already.”

“Saverio?”

“My lawyer.” He yanks and I stumble. “Keep up.”

“Would you stop it?” I yank back, slipping from his grip. He whirls on me, seething like a wild beast. It terrifies me and excites me in ways I’d rather not look at too deeply. When this is all over, I need about a dozen therapists to tease out all the flaws in my psyche, because only a truly broken person would ever find this attractive.

Unfortunately, I do. I really,reallydo.

It’s his eagerness. How badly he wants this. Like I’m a prize he’s been pining after forever, and now that I’m in his grasp, he’s not taking any chances.

“What do you need time for?” he asks, clearly seething. “Everything’s ready.”

“We haven’t even discussed what this is going to be like.” I gesture back and forth between us. “We’re getting married. Great! Does that mean a prenup?”

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