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I walk faster, stepping over the body of a guy with half his face blown off. “And get rid of these bodies!” I shout back, getting the last word in.
CHAPTER7
Gemma
Viktor enters my room, carrying a stack of wedding dresses. So, he actually means it. We’re getting married.
I’m not about to let that happen.
When Viktor saunters over, I’m ready for him. I’m holding the scissors I grabbed earlier, hidden underneath the covers. Viktor gives me a wink as he sets the dresses down on the bed. “Look them over and decide which one you like.”
I scream as I jab the scissors toward his face. Viktor knocks my hand back, sending the scissors flying across the floor. I lunge for them, but Viktor grabs my waist, pulling me back. I kick and claw at him, managing to land a good kick to his shin. He lets me go, and I grab the scissors, holding them out in front of me.
Viktor looks at me as if I’m a fly, a minor inconvenience rather than an actual threat. “What are you going to do with those?”
“Stab you with them.” I jerk forward, stabbing the scissors in his direction.
Viktor sighs. “You’re just going to hurt yourself with those.”
“I’m going to hurt you with them.” With a lunge, I make contact, cutting his arm. Viktor just laughs and grabs my wrist, gripping tightly and twisting. I let go of them with a gasp. He glances at the cut on his arm; it’s just a scratch. Great.
“Gemma, Gemma, Gemma.” He picks up the scissors and hands them back to me. “You can’t hurt me.”
I eye the scissors. “Why would you give them back?”
“Because as I just said, you. Can’t. Hurt. Me.”
I grumble as I snatch the scissors away from him. “Why? Because you’re a big, strong, tough guy?”
“No. Because I’m just fucking crazy.” He walks over to the dresses. “Now, pick one.”
I clench the scissors tightly in my hand as I approach him. “I’m going to stab you with these.”
“You already tried and failed. You can try again, but it won’t work.”
I swipe the scissors toward his face, but he just sighs and hits my hand, not even looking at me. Dammit. “Ugh.” I stomp my foot.
Viktor raises an eyebrow. “Did you just stomp your foot?”
“No,” I grumble, crossing my arms.
“You did! I saw you. You know, Gemma, throwing a temper tantrum isn’t a good look.” He pauses. “Oh, who am I kidding. I love a good temper tantrum! It’s fun to see people look as crazy as I am all the time.”
“I’m not crazy like you.”
“Maybe not. But you have your own type of crazy.” He winks. “And I like it.”
I point at the dresses with the scissors. “I’m not choosing a dress because we’re not getting married.”
“Gemma.” He places his hands on my arms. Standing so close to me, all I can think about is our kiss from yesterday. It was rough and wild and a little scary, yet I can’t get it out of my mind. “We’re getting married. It’s the best way for me to make a deal with your family.”
“Is everything about power to you?”
“Pretty much.” He pats my arms. “Now, pick a dress.”
I sigh but look them over out of curiosity. The dress on top is mermaid style. Sleeveless and pure white, it’s elegant and sexy.
I also hate it because I sort of love it.
