Page 15 of Marrying the Underboss

While I get out Kane grabs one bag, his. When I go to grab mine, he shakes his head. “I have everything we need here.”

“Fine.” God, this man is infuriating me. I follow behind him, but he slows down to match my pace. When we get closer to the entrance, Kane shifts the bag to his left hand and wraps his arm around my waist and holds me close. I try to wiggle away from him, but he grips my side and doesn’t let me go. Bastard. We walk into the hotel and the woman he was talking to a few minutes ago is there, staring at us.

“Have a good night, Mr. and Mrs. Grey,” She says, beaming at us.

“You too, Amy,” Kane tells her.

As soon as we get to the elevators and get in I move away from him, this time he lets me go. Taking the elevator up to the fourth floor, we get out and I follow him down the hall and wait for him to unlock and open the door. He lets me walk in first and turns the light on as we go in, but I stop when I see it.

“Why is there only one bed?”

He shrugs as he sets the bag down on the desk. “It would be weird if I asked for two.”

“You know, you could have told her I was your sister.”

He gives me a blank stare. “You’re not my sister.”

“I’m also not your wife,” I snap.

He mumbles something under his breath, and I swear I hear him say, “We’ll see about that.” I must be tired.

“Whatever,” I grab the bag and walk into the bathroom. I close the door, put the bag on the counter, then sit on the side of the bathtub. I’m exhausted and frustrated. My emotions are running haywire, and I feel like a mess.

I stare at the ring he put on my finger ten minutes ago. It’s simple but beautiful. It’s a platinum band with a large princess-cut diamond in the middle. It’s more beautiful than the cheap ring Jacob gave me. I never minded before because all that mattered was he loved me. I was okay with a small ring, thinking it was all he could afford at the time. Plus, we were trying to build our future. Or I thought we were.

Now I’m left questioning everything that happened between us over the years. Wanting to know why he did the things that he did. Did he ever really love me? Does it matter?God, of course it matters Jennifer.I need to know if I wasted eight years of my life on someone who at least loved me at some point. That the relationship wasn’t a lie. Did Jacob date me to get close to my dad?

Eventually, I stand and open the bag not sure of what I’ll find if anything that I can change into. To my surprise I find the clothes I wore the night before and some of my toiletries. I brush my teeth, wash my face, and change after using the bathroom. The last thing I do is slip the ring off my finger and leave it in the soap dish. I’m about to walk out when I notice an inscription on the ring.

My Angel. My Love. My Forever.

Jesus. He calls me Angel, but it can’t be. There’s no way he had that ring made just for me. Right? Unwilling to give anymore energy toward that train of thought, I walk out in my white tank top and black leggings.

Kane doesn’t so much as give me a passing glance before walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

Tears well up in my eyes, but I quickly brush them away before they have a chance to fall. I’m not going to cry over a man who’s being an asshole. I’m stronger than this. For a moment, I think of walking out the door and leaving. I could call my dad and he could help me get away, but doesn’t my dad already know where we’re going? He’s the one who told Kane to come get me and hide me away until things are safe.

Ultimately, I decide against leaving. I meant what I said earlier today. I trust him, even if he is keeping things from me. He’s the best chance I have at staying safe if Jacob is as dangerous as Kane’s making him out to be. I never saw that side of Jacob, but apparently there was a lot I didn’t know about him.

Being a stubborn little shit and needing to rebel as much as I can, I grab a pillow and the extra blanket out of the closet, turn off the light, and curl up on the sofa. It’s not the most comfortable place I’ve ever slept, but it will work for tonight. The beast probably won’t even care that I’m not in bed. It doesn’t take long for my heavy eyes to close and for me to drift off into the darkness.

Sometime later I’m awoken by two strong arms lifting me into the air. “What in the hell are you doing?” I ask, only half awake.

“You can be pissed off at me all you want, but my wife sleeps in my bed,” he growls, putting me in the bed.

I blink a few times as the fog starts to clear and stare up at Kane who’s standing in front of me naked except for a pair of boxer briefs. Why does he have to be so damn gorgeous? It’s hard to think straight with him standing right there. I can’t help but think back to what happened this morning. He gave me such an intense orgasm I blacked out. I’m not about to let that happenagain. When I’m about to get up he crosses his arms and gives me a stern look. “Seriously?” I ask.

“If you get up and I’ll spank that ass then put you right back where you are now,” He growls.

I consider my options but figure it’s easier not to fight him on this. It’s not like we haven’t already spent the night in the same bed together. Surely we can keep our hands to ourselves for one night and get through this trip.

Resigned to my fate, I lie back against the pillow but turn on my side to face away from Kane. Seconds later the bed dips and he gets into bed beside me. It’s not long before he reaches out his arm, wraps it around my middle, and pulls me into him so that we’re lying just as we were this morning. When he places his left hand over my stomach, I reach up to move it away, but I feel something I hadn’t before. Rubbing my fingers around the warm metal my stomach begins to flutter. “When did you put this on?”

He’s quiet for a moment before he answers. “Before I went in to get us a room.”

Oh right, to sell the lie that we’re newlyweds. I don’t understand why he’s pushing the story so hard. “But why are you still wearing it?”

“The same reason you’re in my bed right now.”

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