Page 110 of Captive Bride

Tristan

It’s been a few days since Isobel came back to me. She’s mine again, emotionally and physically. She’s my fucking princess, that’s what I decided.

The problem is, the cops have gained on us. They know that I killed Theo. They most likely had some help from the Governor and from Isobel’s father.

Now, they swarm our Montague fortress every single day, looking for me. It’s getting harder to deny the fact that this war is in full swing.

I watch Isobel intently every day. She’s made her self well at home here in my penthouse—and that should make me happy, but I’m becoming increasingly worried about her safety.

There are guards everywhere and people buzzing in and out, trying to form a plan as to what we can do. But I can’t help but just watch her.

Today, she’s wearing a simple black dress.

It’s a slip dress. She always wears those. It shows off her curves perfectly.

Plus, she’s taken to wearing these thigh-high boots that drive me absolutely insane. I fucked her once when she was wearing them and nothing else.

It was the hottest experience I’ve ever had.

I’ve made her promise to keep the dagger I gave her with her at all times. She always keeps it hidden in those sexy boots for protection, as she should.

I hate that things have to be this way, but what else am I supposed to do?

I need my baby to have the ability to protect herself.

Lately, Isobel’s words about running away are seeming more like the solution I need. I’m not sure we can stay in the city any longer, not with the cops and all of the Governor’s villains looking for us. Plus, the Capulets will never stop until they see me dead.

I drink espresso at my desk in my office that’s really a library lined with books and stare out the window, wondering about what we’re gonna do.

Someone knocks on the door, interrupting my thought process.

“Come in,” I say.

Merc walks in, and he doesn’t look happy. I know he’s been all over this situation from the beginning. He’s my eyes and ears on the ground because he can go out of the building; he’s not wanted for murder like I am.

“Hey man, what’s up?” I say.

“Tristan, the news isn’t good. The cops are swarming the building. The Governor is behind it. He’s backing them and paying everybody more money to bring you down. Word on the street is that he’s not gonna back down until he has you in a casket. He’s pissed that you stole his bride.”

I did more than steal her. I claimed her, and now, she’s mine.

I sigh with annoyance. The Governor’s really starting to piss me off.

“Yeah well, it’s what we can expect, right?”

Merc pauses, trying to find the right words before speaking.

“It’s more than that, Tristan. The heat is coming down on us bad. The Capulets and the Governor have joined forces, and they’re gonna bring you in at some point. We have to prepare for that. They could raid the building even as early as today. I think you’ve got to get out of here. And I think you should take Isobel with you.”

I look at him. I’ve been half expecting this, but I was hoping we had more time.

Merc continues. “Tristan, the thing is, Benny and I have been working on a plan. And we think we might have the perfect solution. There’s this priest, Father Laurence, and he’s approached us with a solution. I think you should at least meet with him before you leave town. He’s down at the cathedral, waiting for you and Isobel.”

“A priest?” I say.

“I don’t know how trustworthy he is, Tristan. But he’s contacted us and said that he thinks he has a solution for you guys. At this point, I know that you need to get out of the building—today. So we might as well go there first and see what he has to say before leaving the city. He’s gotta be harmless. He’s a fucking priest after all. We’ll sweep the area first.”

“Fine.”

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