Page 18 of Brute


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“Hell, if I would’ve known, I would’ve never let you leave with him.”

“Really? You wouldn’t let me?” I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, I would’ve done this.” Bram threw me over his shoulder like a savage.

Chris creeped back into the water. Security dived in after him.

“Come,” Bram said, walking us away from the scene.

As the blood rushed to my head, I smiled.

I knew exactly what he meant.

As he carried me away from the chaos, Bram repositioned me in his arms. He leaned down and whispered, “We can’t stay long.”

I blinked up at him, confused, until he added, “I remember now. I wasn’t just lost. There was no plane crash. I was running. And someone here still wants me dead.”

“Here, as in at this wedding venue?”

“Yes, I think my fiancée tried to have me killed.”

The End for Now