Two pretty women make their way towards me. They are carrying a large case of some kind between the two of them. One is blonde, the other a redhead. They look to be in their twenties.
“Hi,” the redhead chirps brightly. “We’re here for your wedding. I know it’s not until tomorrow, but we needed to see what we’ll be working with.”
“Yep,” the blonde agrees. She steps up, tilting my chin up. “Hmmm... I can work with this. You have beautiful skin.”
The redhead steps up, perusing my body. “Lift your arms, please.” I do as she asks, and she tsks. “Your bikini area?”
“Huh?” I ask in confusion.
“Your crotch,” the redhead answers.
“Fuck that,” I glare at them both. ‘I’m not cooperating with this.”
The redhead pales, her eyes blowing wide. “Your fiancée told us we had to get it done. Please say you understand?”
“Dammit. Okay.” I lift my nightgown, showing her. I can’t be the reason any other women get hurt.
“Oh boy, that’s a lot of hair. Well, the good news is we can wax all that away,” the redhead tells me.
The blonde tussles my hair, making clucking sounds as she does it. “I think curls and an updo would do nicely. It's a shame about the colors, though. We could change it?—”
I stop her cold. “No. My hair color stays the way it is.”
“Alright, don’t get upset.” The blonde shoots a small smile at me.
The redhead beams. “We’ll be back tomorrow morning to begin prep. Aren't you excited?”
“Ec-fucking-static,” I deadpan.
“Rest up. See you tomorrow,” the redhead says.
Thankfully, they both leave.
I fight off the rise of panic welling up in my chest.
I’ve got to believe my guys will find me in time.
I will fight—and kill, if it comes to that. I am not marrying Maxim.
Marriage is sacred, a forever pact. Real or not, it means something to me.
I swear to myself he won’t rape me, or take me away from my guys more than he already has.
No fucking more.
Chapter 17
Frost
Every beatof my battered heart is a painful thump in my chest. My heart yearns, screaming her name through my veins. Excruciating agony like I’ve never known goes through me at the thought of losing her. I can’t ever feel like this again. The pain is unbearable. I need her back, whole and unharmed. How did I ever live without Killer?
We've all assembled into our teams and are on the road. We were given guns. Mine is shoved in the waistband of my jeans.
I barely got any sleep, and I know my brothers are in the same state as me. Getting through the day was fucking grueling. Each minute dragged by.
I shake my head hard, needing to concentrate on the map in front of me on my phone. Me, Trikk, and even 3 have the same thing pulled up— the tracker for our girl. Maverick is driving, and in constant contact with the hackers back at the compound via an earpiece.
We've been creeping closer to where the red dot is unmoving.
