Page 34 of An Unhinged Wedding

She takes a deep breath, “Okay. I love you, stalker.”

I grin, “I love you too, beautiful psycho. So fucking much.”

After putting the truck in park, I get out and walk around to her side and open the door for her. I pull Mia out and pull her into my arms, so my back is to this asshole wherever he is. She has no idea why I’m planning what I am, but I will always protect Mia first. I’m not overly worried because this guy is seriously outnumbered. When it comes to my wife, I don’t take any chances. Lowering my head, I kiss her, her eyes are closed, mine are open so I can take advantage of my peripheral vision. I see him coming for me, but I can’t risk her safety, so I don’t stop kissing my girl. He presses the gun to my head, “Don’t fucking move.”

I tighten my grip on Mia when she begins to tremble, she stops kissing me, and I whisper, “It’s okay. I’ve got you, Kitten.”

He cocks the gun, and it echoes throughout the garage, I stare into Mia’s eyes, “I love you.”

MIA

I’m an assassin—a badass. I should have had him disarmed within seconds. Instead, I stand frozen in fear like a fucking victim. I’m not afraid for my life. I’m terrified of what my life will be like without Trevor. I stand staring at the man who has become my world. The memories flood my mind, every moment I’ve shared with Trevor comes to me. Suddenly, hair the color of flames snaps me out of my dream-like state. He doesn’t see her. He doesn’t hear her behind him. She hits the gun with her elbow, he fires, and the gun flies out of his hand and skitters across the pavement. Jade wastes no time and kicks his knees, causing him to buckle onto the ground. Trevor wraps his arms around me from behind as the others file into the garage. I hold my hand up telling them to not get involved. I smile as I watch her press her boot down on his throat. He struggles, whimpering about how he can’t breathe.

Max says, “Enough. Don’t play with your food. Take him downstairs.”

I giggle as Trevor turns me toward him, instantly I glare at him, “Everything is not okay. We will talk about this shit later.”

“Mia,” he grabs my arm as everybody other than us steps into the elevator. I jerk my arm out of his grasp, “Why? Why the FUCK did you do that to me?”

I place my hands on his chest and shove him, but the asshole is solid muscle, so he doesn’t move from where he stands.

“Kitten,” he growls.

I fold my arms over my chest, “Do not Kitten me!”

Trevor glances at the ceiling like there’s someone up there that will help him. He let out a long sigh, “I thought they’d come quicker. When I noticed the gun, I had to protect you. It’s not something I planned. I had seconds to decide between you and me. Seconds. There will never be a choice, Kitten. It will always be you.”

I throw my hands in the air, “No, Trevor that’s not how this works. We don’t make that choice. We fight until death. That’s how we protect each other. Never give in. Never back down. It’s not a case of choosing me over yourself. It’s a case of not letting the scum live.”

He fists my hair and yanks my head back forcing me to look in his eyes, “Is that what you think? You think there’s a situation where I’d ever let my fucking wife die? Live without her for the rest of my pathetic life?”

Letting go of my hair, he grabs my arm and pushes me against the side of his truck, “Do you still not know what you mean to me? Have I not been fucking clear, Mrs. Kincaid? You die, I die. I can’t live without you. I’ll die a slow, suffocating death.”

He takes his hand, grabs my chin, and slams his lips to mine, ending our fight. His tongue tangles with mine in an angry yet passionate kiss. He slides both of his hands to cup my face as he turns my head, changing our angle and groaning as he kisses me like both our lives depend on it. He pulls away from me, leaving me feeling dazed.

“We need to get down there.”

I nod as he takes my hand, and we walk to the elevator.

As the doors close, I breathe, “I would die the same gut-wrenching death without you.”

We walk into the basement upon a scene that has me tilting my head and smiling.

There’s something very special about training a woman to make the monsters cry. He’s strapped to the metal table, naked on his back. He’s not crying. He’s fucking sobbing. I walk over to get a closer look.

“Ahh this must be Michael.”

Jade glances up at me, knife in hand, a smile on her face, her blue eyes twinkling, “Mikey here is forty-one. He’s a Virgo. Lives in Mommy’s basement. Lived,” she laughs.

“His last victim was our Savannah. They’ve been using her for their sick fucking pleasures for years. There will be no more because I’m going to end his disgusting life after he tells us where Joey is.”

She leans over the table, putting her face close to his, teeth bared, she growls, “The longer it takes for you to tell me the more painful your death will be.”

Jade is a complete badass. She has come so far. I’m proud. You could’ve called her a victim at one point with everything she’s been through, but not now. The victim is long gone, replaced with a ferocity that brings these dangerous men to their knees.

Jade drags the knife down his naked chest, deep enough to cut but not enough to hit anything vital.

She looks over to Hunter, “Now.”

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