Page 21 of An Unhinged Wedding

I turn to leave and feel like shit as I walk out the door and down the stairs. I hate leaving her even though I know there are others who will be with her tonight. I do know Trevor is right. I need time to process everything that has happened. I need a break.

Trevor places his arm around my waist once I make it back to the living room. Willow and Jade stand, “We are going to hang out with Savannah for a while,” Willow says.

I nod, “Thank you.”

Max stares at me appraisingly, “You alright, psycho?”

I laugh, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. It’s just a lot to take in. I’ve met so many victims, but their stories aren’t so much like mine. It’s jarring.”

He glares at Trevor, “Take care of my sister.”

Trev chuckles, “Always.”

We say our goodbyes and walk outside to the waiting car. Trevor must have called for our driver while I was upstairs with Savannah. He opens the door for me, I climb into the backseat, and he slides in next to me.

“Can I take you out to dinner?”

I stare at him, shocked, “Are you asking permission?”

He chuckles, “Don’t get smart, Kitten. I only ask permission when I don’t know what you need. I don’t know if you would like to go out or if you’d prefer to stay home.”

Fluttering my eyelashes, I try to appear innocent, “K Steakhouse sounds amazing.”

He looks at the driver, “K Steakhouse.”

“Yes sir,” he nods and turns around to go in the other direction.

Trevor staring at me with his intense gaze makes my heart race faster.

“You know, Trev, a woman less crazy than me might think, you looking at her constantly, is disturbing. Unnerving. Creepy.”

He places his hands on either side of my face and tilts my head back, gazes into my eyes, and growls, “I don’t look at other women, Kitten. Only you. It’s always you. One unhinged moment made me realize it will always be you.”

Trevor runs the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip, “Do you know why I stare at you so much?”

“Because you’re a stalker?”

He groans, “If you want me to spank that sexy ass you can ask for it instead of being so snarky.”

I sigh a shaky breath, “I’m sorry. Why do you stare at me so much?”

“Much better, Kitten. You’re fucking beautiful. That’s one reason, but it’s more than how you look. When I stare at you, I realize I have everything I could ever need. It’s you, you’re what I can’t live without. I stare because you are mine to fucking stare at.”

The darkness in his expression makes my heart pound, not with fear but excitement.

“Am I wrong?”

“No.”

He growls, “Who do you belong to, Kitten?”

“You,” I breathe.

“Good girl. Don’t ever fucking forget it,” he says before he slams his lips to mine and kisses me like my mouth is his salvation.

TREVOR

Inotice several men staring at my girl, as we walk into the steakhouse. I place my arm around her pulling her close, so they know she is off fucking limits. I’ll kill any fucker who tries to take her from me.

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