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Oh fuck no.
I try the handle, but the doors are locked.
I look up at Spark, and he nods before moving me. He lifts his foot and slams it into the handle. The door breaks, and shouting starts immediately. A gunshot comes from upstairs, and braking comes from my left. It’s a burst of sound overload, but my mind focuses on the only thing that matters to me at the moment.
The man standing with a pen in his hand.
“You’re too late. He’s mine.” I look at the smug look on Soraya’s face and smile.
“Not if you’re dead.” I point the gun at her head and fire.
BANG!
* * *
Malachi
I repeat the words the Mayor says with a single thought in my mind.
I’m sorry, Azizam.
No one here is willingly doing any of this shit. The Mayor’s family is upstairs along with Jared, and if the paperwork isn’t signed in the next few minutes, they’re all going to die.
Rage boils in me so hot I can barely talk.
I struggle with every word I say and beat myself up for not letting Jared marry us last night. What a difference twenty-four hours can make. I stop talking when I hear gunshots.
“Please,” the Mayor whimpers, and I nod.
“I do,” I choke out.
“By the power of entrusted in me by the state of Nevada. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” He rushes the words.
“Fuck no.” I hiss as the woman gets closer to me.
“Manners,” Armin says behind me.
“Fuck you and manners.” I look right at him so he knows I’m done playing his games.
“Please sign here, then the witnesses.” The Mayor hands me a pen.
I look at it, and I’m bending to sign my name when the door bust open, scaring the shit out of me.
It hits and knocks the single guard in the room with Armin out, leaving him unprotected from the gun Spark is holding at his head. Sparrow walks ahead of him, looking at my hand.
She’s safe.
My chest fills with sorrow. As if she can read my mind, Soraya steps between us.
“You’re too late. He’s mine.” I can hear the triumph in her voice.
“Not if you’re dead.” Aspen raises a gun and fires.
BANG!
Soraya drops in front of me. The pen falls from my hand as the Mayor runs from the room. We stare at each other, and when I reach for her, she falls into my arms.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper into her ear, and she shakes her head.
