Unfortunately, it would. Because as soon as he got her out of that church and away from the others, Delaney knew she’d be dead.
Instead of walking down the aisle, she instinctively took a step back.
He hauled her close. To the others, it probably looked as if he was pulling her close in some sort of heated embrace. “I cannot wait…” Kurt began loudly. Then his head lowered and his lips feathered over her left ear as he finished, “To have you all to myself.”
She felt something sharp stab into her side. As in, literally, a stab.
Delaney sucked in a breath.
Not a deep stab. A cut that had pierced her skin. A promise that more pain would come if she didn’t follow his commands.
“That’s a knife,” he informed her. As if she had not already figured out that obvious fact. His lips brushed across her ear again. “Let’s get the show moving, now.”
He wasn’t going to kill her right there. Not with the priest watching. At least, she didn’t think that Kurt would kill her there.
“There are other people I can hurt,” he whispered to her. “Do you want me to take out the people you care about?”
There weren’t a lot of people on her list. That was one of the reasons why she’d been such easy pickings for him. Her parents were dead. No siblings or other close relatives. But she did have a few friends?—
“I can make a phone call, and people will die.”
She wet her lips. “I can’t wait…to say ‘I do’ and spend the rest of my life…” That super short life. “With you.” You lying asshole. You sadistic creep. You?—
“Wonderful.” He moved to her side. Kept the knife pressed against her, but he’d positioned her bouquet higher so that the roses hid the weapon.
The little lady playing the organ had stopped. But when Kurt nodded toward her, she began playing The Wedding March again. And Delaney began walking.
Her breath shuddered in and out. Her heart drummed far too fast in her chest.
When she’d been a teenager, she’d dreamed about her wedding. Even sketched out a dress that she’d love to wear. She’d wanted to carry daisies, not roses, and she’d wanted to be on a beach, with the waves crashing into the shore. She’d also wanted…
To marry a different man.
She and Kurt were directly in front of the priest. The knife still pressed into her side. A warning and a promise at the same time.
“Let’s speed this along,” Kurt urged as he sent an indulgent smile her way. “My bride is getting jittery.”
Jittery. Oh, the lying ass. His bride was trying to figure out if she could be fast enough to swipe the knife and plunge it into his neck. His chest. Anywhere. His bride wanted to get stabby on him.
“Most brides do get nervous.” A sympathetic nod from the priest. The overhead light gleamed off his bald head. “No need to fear.”
Oh, there was literally every single need under the sun for her to fear the man beside her.
“This is the happiest day of your life,” the priest added.
Nope. He was wrong on that count.
Her heart drummed faster because she had to find a way out of this nightmare. There had to be a way to escape. Something…
A loud and angry rumble—like a fierce growl—pierced the air just as the organist ended The Wedding March.
Delaney’s head whipped toward the growl.
“Ignore it,” Kurt ordered. “Just some idiot outside.”
An idiot with a growling engine. One that seemed to be coming closer. Such a loud, powerful growl.
The priest cleared his throat. “Before me, I have two loving individuals?—”
