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The squelching sound is bad enough, but it’s really the sound of Viktor laughing that sends me over the edge. I throw myself onto his back, clawing at his face.
He pushes me off, and I fall to the ground. “Gemma, this is my signature move. You’re ruining it.” He finishes cutting off the head and lifts it up for me to see. “Cool, right?”
“No, most definitely notcool.” I gag. “How can you do that?”
“It’s pretty easy when you get used to it.”
I shoot him a glare. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
He tosses the head to the ground and kneels beside me. “I need to send Marco a message. Don’t fuck with me. Also, I have another message I want to send to him.” He grabs my face, smearing the dead man’s blood across my cheek, nose, and lips. I grimace. Viktor kisses me hungrily. I gasp and kiss him back before I can stop myself. The only thing I can taste is copper.
Our kiss is a fight, with Viktor pressing harder against my lips as I bite his lips, drawing blood. That doesn’t stop Viktor, though. Why would it? He told me he likes pain. He only kisses me harder as his hand wraps around my throat. I dig my nails into the side of his face, making him pull back and smile.
“You’re just as wild as me,” he says, his lips bloody.
“Fuck you.”
“I wish.” He lets me go so suddenly that I fall back against the floor. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I glare at him. “The other message I want to give to Marco is this: We’re getting married.”
I blink. “You and Marco?”
He gives me a peck on the lips. “You and me.”
I shudder. “What? You can’t force me into a marriage.”
“I had the idea last night,” he says, standing up. “I thought to myself, what would really send a message to Marco? Oh, I know. Marry his sister-in-law. If he refuses to make a deal with me, then by marrying you, I’ll solidify a truce with your uncle and, in turn, with Marco. It’s perfect.” He picks up the head and walks toward the kitchen. I follow.
“No, it’s not. Because you’ve missed one thing.”
“And what’s that?” He grabs a box and some saran wrap from a cabinet and starts wrapping the head up like it’s no big deal.
“I don’t want to marry you.”
He snorts. “Cute.” He places a rag inside the box and then grabs ice from the freezer and dumps some inside before placing the head into the box. “But it’s my plan, and we’re doing it.”
“You said you wouldn’t force me to sleep with you.”
“And I won’t. I’m just forcing you to marry me.” He throws me a wink and a cheeky grin as he tapes the box the closed. “There. All ready to go.” He pauses. “Oh, shoot. I forgot one thing. I need to make a wedding invite to send to him. Hold on. I need to write this down.” He looks around the kitchen, checking in drawers and cabinets.
I huff. “What are you looking for?”
“A pen and pad. I need to make a note of what I want the wedding invites to say before I forget.” He opens a drawer and pulls out a pen and pad. “Ah. There we go.”
I grab the pen from him before he can write. “I know what the wedding invites should say.”
“Go ahead.”
I scribble on it, then show it to him. The pad reads:Fuck you straight into the bowels of hell.
Viktor chuckles. “You’re funny, Gemma. Has anyone ever told you that?” He snatches the pad and pen away from me and starts writing on a new page.
“Yes. My mother. But she always said it in a scolding way.”
“Figures. Mothers can be a pain in the ass sometimes.”
“Well, you killed yours, so I’m assuming she was.”
He throws me a grin as he writes.
