Page 13 of Possession

His impossibly dark eyes stare into mine. They’re not evil, and that surprises me. I wish I could figure this man out.

“Yeah, I’ve got her.” He never looks away from me. “I’m bringing her back.”

And with that, my fate is sealed.

I’ll never escape this man.

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BLOOD-STAINED BRIDE

Brax

We’ve been driving for over an hour.

Landyn’s asleep.

She hasn’t uttered one word to me since she disappeared into the dirty bathroom.

She downed the bottle of water I handed her after she walked barefoot across the rocky parking lot. I’ve lost track of time and I’m starving. I bet she is too. I know she hasn’t had anything to eat since she was kidnapped.

Before she passed out, she not only gave me the silent treatment, but wouldn’t even look at me. She stared out at the dark night and massaged the welts on her wrists as we passed the world by.

I, on the other hand, have looked at her plenty in that damn blood-splattered wedding dress. It doesn’t matter that she’s covered in Damian’s blood, I’ll never forget how she looked when I opened the door to the villa and took her away from her asshole father.

I thought Damian Marino was the scum of the earth, but Dennis Alba handing his daughter over to a psychopath is one of the craziest things I’ve seen since I’ve been under.

And I’ve seen some bad shit.

I knew when I gave the signal for things to go haywire at the church, it would be a bloodbath. It was perfectly timed. Every eye in the place was on Landyn Alba. They were nosy as fuck to see the woman who wouldwillinglytie herself to a Marino.

Especially Damian.

The assault on the Marinos went exactly as planned. We had the element of surprise on our side while everyone was distracted by the beauty in white.

There’s nothing better than organized mayhem.

But Damian catching a bullet through the skull was not in the plan. Hell, it wasn’t even a part of my personal plan. But since the deal was made, and the Albas were brought to the resort so they wouldn’t run, Damian hasn’t shut his fucking mouth about his fiancée.

About his plans for her.

His sick-as-fuck plans.

It made me ill. I felt like punching myself in the face when I had no choice but to egg him on. Be his fucking cheerleader.

It was bad enough learning what he’d done in the past and knowing what he was capable of. I never laid eyes on Landyn Alba even though I’d heard everything about her.

She lived up to the hype and more.

I tried to separate myself from the situation. I thought I did…

Until she walked down the aisle. I saw the way Damian looked at her like she was a wild animal he planned to beat into submission.

Which I know was a part of his plan since he laid out his wet dreams to me in horrid detail.

I glance over and watch her tits rise and fall in that damn dress. I don’t care if her reputation is being a spoiled princess of a dried-up mobster. No one deserves what he had in store for her.

And here I am, taking her right back into the lion’s den. I have no fucking idea what’s going to happen, but at least Damian’s out of the picture.

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