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“You aren’t my type either. I mean… you do have a cock, do you not?” I question, pursing my lips in thought simply to annoy him.
“I do. One you would be lucky to have between your legs.”
At his words, I can’t help but bark out a laugh. “Does that actually work? You saying that women should be pleased to have your cock because it’s such a damn gift?” I roll my eyes for good measure.
Joey steps closer and leans down into my face. “No, just you.” He smirks.
“Well, I don’t feel honored. Actually, I want nothing to do with you…” I glance down at his crotch, “… or your cock,” I say with a smile, bringing my eyes back to his as slowly as possible.
“It doesn’t matter what you want. You will be my wife, and you will not fight me on this.”
“Oh, I won’t?”
“No, because I’m sure Miranda would not be happy with the outcome.”
“You’d take her instead?” I ask, shock evident by my tone, but the look on his face answers my question before he does.
“I would. I mean… when she becomes of age, that is. She’s almost eighteen, is she not?”
My hands clench at my sides and my nails dig into my palms. In the fine print of the contract, it states, should he choose not to end her life, he could take her as his bride.
That’s never going to happen.
When I don’t respond, he adjusts his shirt collar and walks back to the door, and without turning around, he says, “I’ll see you at six tomorrow for dinner.” He pauses and looks back, assessing eyes roaming over me again. “Dress appropriately! I expect the best from my betrothed. Do not come looking like that.”
Before I can tell him to go fuck himself, the door slams behind him. I watch as he walks to the car waiting outside, then he gets in and it pulls away.
What the fuck?
Fuck!
I run to the back of the shop and press call on Lucas’ contact in my phone. He answers straight away.
“What?”
Isn’t he charming?
“Joey knows,” I tell him.
Lucas has been covering for me—kind of. Well, he just didn’t tell them when he should have. But as he stated, it wasn’t his place. I always knew if they’d have asked, he wouldn’t have lied, but they never asked.
“When?” he questions.
“Joey just left. Keir brought him in.”
“Fuck!” He groans, then I hear some tapping, and he says, “They’re coming here.”
“I want to run.”
“That would not be wise,” he warns, then hangs up.
THREE
JOEY
“Don’t say it.” I put the car in drive and speed off. Keir looks up, smirking. “What the actual fuck.” I slam my hand against the steering wheel and yell, “I don’t want her.”
“That isn’t your choice,” he states simply. I side-eye him as I breeze through a yellow light to get to Lucas.
