Page 159 of The Loathing

I pull away from him and my expression hardens.

“What?” I snap.

“Trust me, they’ll be fine, now come, we have to go…” my father wraps his fingers round my wrist and drags me down the driveaway with me kicking and screaming behind him.

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I swallow the large lump that is burning in my throat, my eyes are red rimmed and bloodshot, but I refuse to cry.

Not today.

We stand in front of large, dark wood arched doors and my heart is stuttering in my chest.

My arm is linked through my father’s, and he holds onto me tightly.

The sound of music begins to play, and it sounds like a death march.

“You look beautiful, Amora,” he says quietly as the doors begin to slowly open and I drop my head and keep my eyes pinned to the floor. I can’t look up. I don’t want to.

I don’t want to look and see Wolfe standing there. It had been forty minutes since we left the house where Titus and Wolfe were fighting, but my father assured me both men were okay and Wolfe was waiting for me at the altar. I ignored the heartbreak that was currently consuming me with each step I took, bringing me closer to my fate.

I really thought my father was playing the joker. Never in my wildest dreams did I think he would do this to me.

I count in my head slowly, one, two, three, four…

“I’m going to fucking kill that little wanker,” I hear my father curse under his breath, and I snap my head up to see Titus standing at the altar, bruised and bloody but he was there.

Not Wolfe.

“Titus?” I whisper as we approach him, my father’s grip tightening on me.

“Twilight,” he smiles and my eyes roam over his beautiful but beaten and swollen face.

He’s here.

“What are you doing here?” my voice is tight as I look behind me expecting to see Wolfe barrelling down the aisle at any minute. I feel everyone staring and my cheeks begin to redden.

“I couldn’t let him have you, you’re mine Little Red, yesterday wasn’t enough for me to have for the rest of my life. I needed today and tomorrow too.”

I pull my hand from my father’s with force and step up towards Titus, climbing the two steps so I am now standing in front of him.

“Don’t make me beat you under the eyes of God Titty,” my father growls stepping towards us.

“There has been a change of plan…” Titus says with that cheeky smirk and looks at the vicar who looks utterly confused.

“Twilight?” Titus says softly and my heart melts in my chest, “Shall we?”

My eyes fill with tears, and I nod over and over.

“Yes,” I mumble, nibbling on my bottom lip to try and stop the tears falling.

“You had to fuck up the plan. My well executed plan and you’ve fucked it up…” My father turns round, looking at the stunning church ceiling and he shakes his head in disappointment, “again.”

He sighs, looking out onto the church and clicks his fingers and I see men standing from the pews one by one.

“Go and search the house,” he commands, and the guys run out of the building, and I look at my father confused.

“I’ll explain later… now, come on. We have shit to sort out.” He holds his hand up and twirls his fingers. He turns back round to face me, stepping forward and climbing the steps as he places a soft kiss on my cheek.

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