Yet, this guy—this silent mystery of a man who is covered in ink with the eyes that could steal souls—is mine.
And I’m never letting that shit go.
“That means we’re in thistogether,” I vouch, pulling my chin down so, even though it hurts, I’m showing off that nothing he’s going to do is going to change that. Even pain. “Got that,husband?”
I expect the same glower to paint his face—it does.
I also expect the grip on my locks to remain exactly as it is—which it does.
Nonetheless, I don’t expect the next words out of his mouth to clutch my gut or to send a turbulent shiver down my spine when he says, “Then get on your knees,wife.”
SIXTY-EIGHT
ozzy
Her blue eyesbulge at my words, but I’m so disturbingly frantic by what she’s doing that it henders my touching her.
The way her soft hair laces through my fingers and her warm body barely brushes mine. My own breathing ricochets and blares in my eardrums.
I’m—what Torin would call—livid pissed.
She had a way out.
She could’ve escaped, and I would’ve dealt with what Icameto do, which wasn’t pissing off Ramsey’s men in the process. I purposely got caught because I knew it’d bring me one step closer to Torin, and then I’d get us out.
Now, I’ve got Bay acting all loyal and shit when the moment didn’t call for it.
I don’t understand her. I really don’t.
“Are you…” Bay doesn’t finish her words, and I’m not itching for them, either.
I’m also not repeating them.
She wants to play wife so bad, married people fuck. They like each other—normally.
I never saw myself playing any role but protecting Bay Astor. Now, she wants to protect me, and it’s still not computing.
It’s not whatshe’ssupposed to do.
This is why everyone gets so upset with her.
She never listens.
“Ozzy—”
“Stop,” I clip out, feeling a surge of anxiety rippling in my veins and my head, creating this electric current to stifle the air.
It’s choking me out, and I need to remain focused here.
I need a new plan.
“I’mneverleaving you,” she emits sternly, her gaze hardening as ifIdid something I wasn’t supposed to do. “You can be pissed all you want.”
I am.
She doesn’t need to worry about that.
“This was going to happen anyway, Oz,” she mutters. “Ramsey was going to find me?—”
