Page 11 of An Unhinged Wedding

He chuckles while hugging her, “You’re welcome, Little Bear.”

Two assassins, calling each other Big and Little Bear. Jesus Christ. I still remember the day he found Mia in a warehouse being sold. Max had been called in by his former employer, The Company, to kill her. She was his mark. It’s unbelievable now. He had thought she died in their house fire when she was four. Instead, she was kidnapped and trafficked. I get a pain in my chest when I think about what her life was like. Mine was no walk in the park but fuck the torment she went through is indescribable. Nobody should go through what she did for years.

Mia is a beautiful person. She has such a beautiful heart. Yes, she kills people, but not without cause. My beautiful psycho has dedicated her life to ending trafficking. It’s a never-ending fight. For every ring we dismantle, three others appear in its place. Mia never gets jaded or feels helpless. When another pops up, she adds them to her list like it’s nothing more than doing another load of laundry. She never gets defeated. I love that about her. Nothing stops her.

Max clears his throat when they break apart, “Willow wants to see you. She won’t stop texting me.”

She giggles, “Okay, I’ll let you two talk while I go see Willow and the kids.”

Mia walks around his desk and kisses me deeply before bouncing out of his office in search of her sister-in-law.

Max groans, “I’m still not used to seeing that.”

“I’ll take care of her, man. You know that.”

He nods, “I know. I’ve never seen her so happy.”

Max pours two glasses of whiskey, and I get up and get one. He says, “I don’t want to be in the middle of my best friend and my little sister. But… She doesn’t want kids and you do. How will that work exactly?”

I chuckle, “No need to worry, brother. We will figure it out. She’s young. We have lots of time to figure that out. It doesn’t matter. She’s mine.”

He runs a hand through his hair, “Please tell me you’re not poking a hole in the condom.”

I laugh because he’s not quite there but not far off.

“I would never poke a hole in a condom. I promise you that.”

He takes a swallow of his whiskey before speaking again, “Good because that would be fucked up even for you.”

MIA

It’s been a while since we killed someone. I like to be the one with the knife, doing the damage. Last time, it was Nash who did it all. I didn’t get to have any real fun. I do enjoy watching, but not as much as killing. There’s a feeling you get when you puncture their skin. Make them bleed. And forcing the screams from their terrified lungs? Yeah, that’s incredible. To take a man who beats women and turn him into the victim? It’s beautiful.

Some people would probably think I’m letting the bad guys win by doing what I do. Obviously, they did something to me that turned me into a stone-cold killer. That’s not the case though. I’ll admit that what they did to me changed me. Would I end lives the way I do had it not happened? No, probably not. Still, I’m not a monster. I don’t hurt innocent people. When Max hired me to become an assassin, I had one rule. I only harm those who have harmed innocent women and children. I’ve never taken a life that didn’t deserve to be taken. I’ve heard the entire ‘God is the only one who has a right to decide who lives and dies’ argument. Well, when he starts ending the lives of the despicable, I’ll retire. Until then, I’ll keep killing these fuckers involved with human trafficking. They are on my list if they kidnap, beat, rape, and sell or buy women. No one is immune. I’m tiny in stature. It might be the reason I love this job so much. These men think I’m an easy target at a mere five-foot-two. That’s the best part. I’m not. The shock mixed with fear on their faces is fucking delicious.

Trevor comes in just as I finish putting my hair up. It’s long, so I always put it up when preparing for a fight. Men will always grab your hair in a fight. The longer it is, the more of a disadvantage we have. I put it up in a tight bun that won’t move. He grins when I exit the bathroom, “Fuck. Kitten, I always forget how hot you look in your killing clothes.”

I giggle. I know how much he loves my black military-style pants and tank top. I’m waiting for him to complain about me not wearing a bulletproof vest. A couple of months ago, he started the argument that he needed me safe. It feels like cheating. So, I refused. I’m not going to be the only one with a bulletproof vest because he’s afraid. That’s the problem with love. It makes you vulnerable. Nope, not a complaint. I love the way Trevor is with me. Nobody else gets to see this version of him—only me. But… I’m not wearing a fucking vest, so he’s going to need to learn to deal with it.

“Vest?” He asks.

Shaking my head, I say, “No.”

He pulls a tight black T-shirt over his head, “I just want you to be safe.”

I stand against the bathroom door frame as I watch him get ready, taking in the incredible scene before me, “I know, Trev. I will be careful, always. And I won’t be alone.”

Walking over to him, I run my hands down the thin fabric covering his chest, “I need you to be careful, Trev. Love makes men weak. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Never drop your guard.”

He runs his knuckles down the side of my face, grips my chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilts my head back, and gazes into my eyes, “Kitten, I will never not worry for your safety. That will always be my biggest concern. Having your back when we go on jobs is not optional. Nobody will take you from me because I won’t allow it.”

I gasp when he runs his thumb along my bottom lip, and he continues, “If that makes me weak then so fucking be it.”

Leaning down, he slams his lips to mine, causing me to moan into his mouth. His tongue slides into my mouth, fighting mine for dominance. Trevor wraps his arms around me and pulls my body into his hard chest. He wins, he always wins. I melt like an ice cream cone on a hot day.

He pulls away but continues staring at me for a few minutes, “Come on, beautiful psycho. As much as I’d like to fuck you senseless, that has to wait.”

Great. I love killing people while wearing wet panties.

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