Footsteps behind me announce Iskra walking over. “What are you talking about, Purge?” She knits her brows, tension in her limbs.
“This!” I yell, thrusting the paper at her.
Iskra grabs it, looking down to read it. She stills, her face turning paper white.
“What the fuck? A marriage certificate? I never fucking signed this!”
At her words, everyone beelines for us.
Ghost turns purple with rage, grabbing the paper from Iskra. He walks straight up to Synn, punching him hard in the face.
“You piece of shit. How could you do this? It was supposed to be me. She loved me first!” Spittle flies from his lips as he yells at Synn.
Absolute chaos erupts.
A livid Valley and Cynthia rush over to support Iskra.
Cynthia goes up to Synn and slaps him in the face. Iskra pulls her back.
The other six guys rush Synn all at once. The yelling is so loud, it’s a jumble of voices. They all pummel Synn, beating the shit out of him. Sam goes for his throat and throttles him. Razor kicks his legs out and Synn hits the floor. Harris just punches him on repeat. Frost is in his face, and even Trikk is kicking him in the stomach. Synn’s not even trying to fight back or defend himself.
A shrill whistle sounds out.
“Everyone, fucking stop!” Iskra screams. Stalking over to Synn, she hovers over him. “Get the fuck up and explain. Now.”
Synn scrambles up, blood pouring from his nose, his eyes swelling with bruises. He looks down as he talks.
“I had no choice, Pazessca. My father… he contacted me. Threatened to kidnap you back then kill you. Marrying you is the only way to protect you. In the Italian families, wives are untouchable. It's Old Code but is still honored today.”
Everyone fucking loses it. Violence is almost a tangible presence in the room. Even with me. I'm barely holding back from Raging Out all over his ass. If I let it loose, I could kill him.
“Why the hell wouldn’t you come to us?” Frost vibrates with anger, chest heaving.
“There was no time. He was not fucking around, Frost. I could not take the chance of losing her. Not ever again.”
Iskra steps forward and just stands in front of him while he shakes off the beating he’s taken. “You never thought to ask me? Why do it behind me back? We’re married, Synn. I'm a damn Franco and a Rossi now?” She throws her hands in the air in exasperation. “I can’t deal with you right now! Stay the hell away from me.”
Iskra turns to her friends. “Will you guys come with me? Please?” Her lip trembles. I can tell she’s trying hard to hold the tears at bay.
Valley and Cynthia both put arms around her, leading her out of the room. She doesn’t look back once.
Chapter 33
Phoenyxx
When isthis shit going to stop?
Just when I put trust into Synn, he fucks me over yet again. Married? Holy motherfucking shitballs. This is insane.
I'm so pissed off I can’t even speak. Beyond that though, I'm deeply hurt. Why didn’t Synn even consider talking to me about it? I may have said yes.
Valley squeezes my hand as we power-walk through the hallways. I'm too unsettled to sit down anywhere.
Cynthia says from my right, “He’s a mega-douche, wifey. I would be mad too if Thor married me and didn’t tell me.”
“What she said,” Valley agrees. “He’s a fuckhead. He should have trusted you.”
“Right? This is crap. Utter and total bullshit. The man drives me out of my mind!” I exclaim.
