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There’s one certainty I have: our marriage will create chaos.
CHAPTERTHREE
NEOMI
Twenty-Six Years Old
Two Years before the Wedding
“My father will killme if he finds out I’m here,” I tell Sienna.
I follow her into a home in serious need of TLC and realizewhat typeof home she brought me to. Music blares through the house so loud that it shakes the walls.
I pass three people snorting lines of coke.
A man with half-lidded eyes mutters, “What’s up, ladies?”
“Relax,” Sienna says, drawing out the word. “Logan is my boyfriend. He won’t let anything happen to us.”
I lower my voice. “Pretty sure you left out the part where he’s a drug dealer.”
She flicks her brown hair over her shoulder. “Drug dealers need love too.”
“Then, let someone whodoes drugsdate the drug dealers.”
When she asked me to go out for drinks and meet her new boyfriend, I pictured martinis and a fancy restaurant. Not a filthy home in a sketchy neighborhood. Hell, I could probably go to jail by just being here.
“Did you forget the business our family is in?” she asks. “Thou shall not judge others.”
“Thou shall also not be agreeable when their friends are going through adating drug dealersphase.”
I wrinkle my nose when we walk into the kitchen. A half-naked couple is making out on the counter. Empty food boxes, trash, and alcohol bottles litter the rest of the space. The couple pays us a quick glance before returning to their business.
Sienna opens a cabinet and grabs a glass. “Stay with me for thirty minutes, and then we can leave.” She pouts. “Please.”
“Fine.” I shake my head when she offers me a glass. “Thirty minutes, andnoditching me.”
She taps her fingers along the array of bottles, selects a cheap vodka, and pours herself a drink. When a skinny man stumbles into the kitchen, she squeals and jumps into his arms. Her vodka spills onto his ripped shirt.
“This is Logan,” she says, smacking a sloppy kiss onto his mouth.
He stops her when she attempts to pull away and slides his tongue into her mouth. They become couple number two making out in the kitchen. Sienna separates from him when I start to leave the kitchen and finishes her introduction.
Logan is a thirty-year-old guy with bloodshot eyes, a sluggish voice, and a teardrop tattoo underneath his right eye. I glare at him when he suggests I’d be the perfect woman for them to have a threesome with. It doesn’t take long until Sienna and Logan wander into a bedroom, and I make a dash for the bathroom.
A bathroom where I refuse to touch anything in fear of getting hepatitis.
“This is the nastiest bathroom I’ve ever—” I announce as I walk out, but I stop midsentence when the front door is kicked in.
Commotion thunders around the house—shouting, fighting, and shit breaking. On instinct, I spin on my heel and run through the kitchen toward the back door.
“Oh no, you don’t,” a man says, shoving me into the living room.
The men who were snorting coke are zip-tied on the couch. One man escorts Sienna and Logan out of the bedroom and instructs them to sit next to them. Three other men—the ones I suspect kicked in the door—stand in front of them.
My heart thrashes in my chest when I spot Benny in the middle.
He motions toward Sienna and Logan with disgust. “Tie them up too.”
