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Camila laughs, the sound easing some of the tension in my chest.
Neither of us has had an easy life, but seeing her happy and thriving makes my day. For years, when we were younger, I thought I would never see her smile again.
“I like them,” Camila says. “You’re going to have to invite them all to come visit us again soon. Their trip here a few weeks ago was the best. I loved getting to meet them.”
“One of these days. You have to focus on school, though.”
“You want me to focus on school so I stop focusing on the fact that you’re marrying yourself off.”
Sighing, I search for the words to best explain this to her.
For so long, it’s just been the two of us.
I hate the thought of letting her down again. I’ve already done it too many times in the past.
“Camila, this is the best way forward. I promise, I’m not lonely. This marriage is going to work, and everything will be fine. I can deal with this.”
I hate the way she purses her lips and nods, as if she doesn’t quite believe me.
“Camila, I’m doing what I have to do. Now come on, let’s go home.”
I open the passenger side back door, and she gets inside, not bothering to say another word.
She’s going to give me the cold shoulder the entire drive home, I can see it now.
I can handle the silent treatment if it means I get to keep her in my life. I can’t lose any more family.
Closing the door with her inside, I turn around and grab my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.
I have less than twenty-four hours to kill before the wedding, and I don’t know what to do with my time.
If I asked Ruben, he would want to go get drunk at one of the clubs downtown.
I’m getting too old for that shit, though. Even if I wasn’t, something doesn’t sit right with me about getting drunk the night before my wedding.
Arranged marriage or not, it's the only one I get, so I still want to remember it.
As I open the trunk and toss my bag inside, a gunshot rings out.
The bullet grazes the arm holding the trunk door open and lodges into the side of the jet.
I reach into my bag and pull out my gun before crouching behind the car.
The locks on the car thud into place at the sound of the gunshot.
Even though Camila is going to be pissed, she’s locked inside. It’s where she is safest.
Protect the heir at all costs. It’s what my men are trained to do.
I peek over the side of the car to scan my surroundings. My gaze flies to all the possible hideouts.
Nothing on the left side. I go to the other side and do the same. Nothing.
I'm about to move to get closer to the front when my eyes land on a man in a fluorescent vest with a gun in his hands.
Bastard is hiding behind one of those boarding stairs.
Great. Murder before marriage. Can my day get any better?
