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“I, Delilah, take you Bentley, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish and obey you,” I rushed out, my tongue tripping on the words “obey you”, but what else could he expect?
Bentley beamed, the darkness receding, and he took a step towards me before shaking his head. “Has to be perfect,” he muttered before he let go of my hands and once again put the robe back on.
He went into another speech, reciting the wedding vows from memory—the bible was evidently just a prop to add to his character. And then it was time to exchange the rings. He grabbed a box out of his pocket and I almost threw up when he opened it up and revealed a small diamond ring. I didn’t feel sick because of the diamond—it was definitely because of the piece of skin stuck to it. If I’d had any doubts about where he’d gotten the suit…and the ring…they were gone now.
“Do you like it, darling?” he asked, holding out the ring box in offering.
“It’s—beautiful,” I choked out. I was not putting that on. Nope, I drew the line there.
I was prepared to try and knee him in the balls, but then an image of Stellan’s back porch flashed through my mind. In the image, a flash of Sophia’s hair was sticking out from the ground.
This was what I deserved.
Bentley eagerly grabbed the ring, frowning when he noticed the skin… “Fuck,” he murmured, his cheeks flushing as he ripped the skin off and then rubbed the ring against his coat.
Funny that was what embarrassed him, amidst all of that.
The groom in the cake chose that moment to sink all the way down…and then…the cake fell over. The warmth of the room was too much for the precariously constructed monstrosity.
“No!” Bentley screeched as he threw the ring down on the table and went to grab at the cake like he could put the frosting back together.
A buzzing sound started right then, and I frowned as I tried to figure out the source.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he growled as he turned, frosting all over his fingers, and reached into his pocket…smearing the icing everywhere. He pulled out a phone and frowned as he stared at the screen. His look of annoyance flashed into…rage.
He pocketed the phone and wiped off the frosting on the front of his jacket. “Change of plans, Delilah. I’ve decided on a different wedding locale.” He strode over to me and grabbed my arm in a tight grip. “Let’s go.”
He began to drag me towards the door, my interest spiked. What had he seen on his phone?
We got up the stairs, the dark smell of the algae growing stronger.
Everything was familiar up here, like taking a step back in time.
Before I could venture too far up memory lane, he was dragging me towards the door, checking his phone as we walked.
“Fuck!” We came to a halt as I heard the sound of car doors closing outside.
Hope flickered to life in my chest. Was that…them?
Bentley began to drag me towards the back door that led to the deck that peeked out to the lake. Right then, the door crashed open with a BANG. Paxton was there, shock and relief flicking across his face. His teeth tangled up in a snarl when he saw Bentley’s grip on my arm.
Well, if this wasn’t the moment I’d been waiting for. I elbowed Bentley as hard as I could, wrenching my other arm from his as I stomped on his foot at the same time. Cain, Stellan, and Remington had just burst through the door after Paxton, Cain’s gun raised and pointing at Bentley.
I took a step forward, but Bentley caught me by the hair, yanking me back to his chest as he used me as a shield against the threat of them all.
Cain laughed cruelly, the sound sending chills cascading across my skin.
He was so fucking sexy.
“Give us back our girl, and maybe I won’t cut off your dickbeforeI kill you,” Cain said pleasantly.
“Your girl?” Bentley seethed as the knife he’d put in his belt earlier stretched across my neck. His grip on my hair tightened, and I huffed as pain shot through me. He was going to fucking scalp me. “Delilah, darling. We really have to talk about your choice of company.” Bentley licked the side of my face with his slimy, warm tongue—my least favorite combination, by the way—and I cringed as the knife dug into my skin at the same time.
Paxton was moving around the perimeter of the room, but Bentley saw him, moving us backwards until his back was against the back door.
“Delilah, I’ll get us a better cake next time,” he murmured against my skin as he let my hair go, and I heard the sound of the door opening behind him.
He was not taking me out of this house. No fucking way.
