“Guns, now.”
“I swear to God, if something happens, Demyan can’t fucking wait to end you,” Mikail grits out.
“Aww, is he offended I didn’t ask him to be a groomsman?”
My man opens a storage bag with Mikail’s name, so he drops it inside his, glaring at me.
We’re somewhat frenemies.
Next is Enzo, who says, “I hope you fucking know what you’re doing.”
He puts his in the other bag, and I stare at Calla. Knowing her, the gun is not her only weapon.
“Fine, you’re lucky we’re family, and New York is better for shopping,” she huffs, plucking the knife strapped to her thigh.
“Thank you for understanding,” I say, voice dripping with sarcasm as she slaps the knife in my palm.
I move to my right.
One after the other, they discard their guns, eyeing me as if they had made a mistake in entering this alliance by marriage.
Too fucking late.
The other three regard me as if wishing me good luck in keeping the opposing sides in check.
My men escort each group out, and I head to my suite to get ready for the ceremony.
My sister is waiting for me inside. Staring out the window, she’s so deep in thought she doesn’t even sense me approaching.
“Evie?” I ask, and she turns, her palm flying to her chest.
“Didn’t mean to scare you.”
She offers me a small smile.
“Everyone will know that you’re my sister, starting today.”
She nods, her shoulders drooping.
“I’m sorry. If you want to be part of my life, of ours, that’s the only way. Or you can leave New York and preserve your anonymity.”
“No. All good things end,” she sighs.
I palm her shoulder, giving a squeeze. “You’ll be even more free. No one will dare touch you.”
Avoiding eye contact, she clears her throat, changing the topic. “She looks beautiful and is set to torment you, brother. Suits you right.”
I chuckle. I can’t wait, as I’ve been dying without her, needing to feed my starved lungs some oxygen.
This past month without her has been absolute hell.
Even if she fights me, ignores me, at least I will have her close. That’s all that matters.
I will shower her with everything she has ever dreamed of. I know her better than she thinks I do. She’ll give in because we’re simply meant to be together.
This is not the end. We’ll never end.
It’s just a new beginning.
