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“Forced marriage or death. Not much of an offer,” Montgomery said.
“But itisone,” Da Han retorted.
Monty looked at Ren again and the little bastard was biting his bottom lip in anticipation. Ren winked at him and it made his blood boil. It took all of his reserve not to lash out in some way that would no doubt end with him meeting a bullet.
“Get out of my house, now. I will not be bullied by some common thugs,” Howard yelled, spittle flying from his mouth in his rage.
Mèng Yáo leaped up, and with lightning-quick speed, she stabbed the blade of her knife through Howard's hand, pinning it to the table. Howard screamed, his wife screamed, and Montgomery leaped from his chair, but before he could go to his father's aid, he was kicked back into his chair by Xiù. She pressed the barrel of her gun against his temple hard enough to tilt Monty's head sideways.
“I will kill you,” Xiù warned.
“Xiù, don't!” Ren shouted.
“Silence,” Da Han snapped and Ren shut his mouth.
Monty grunted as the gun's cold steel hurt while it was pressed into his skin. His heart raced inside his chest, sweat beaded his flesh, his stomach did flip-flops, and he felt like he'd throw up what little he got to eat before they were interrupted. Never in his entire life did he ever see himself in such a predicament. Did he fear death? Hell yes! His family may be going bankrupt, he may be losing his livelihood, but shit, he still had something to live for. He didn't like being manipulated like this. Didn't fucking appreciate having his life threatened in the least bit. And he certainly didn't fucking like the fact that he now had to marry someone who had been nothing more than a nuisance to him before.
Da Han sighed. “I hope we can have a more civil conversation now.” He picked up one of the linen napkins from the table and tossed it at Howard.
Howard growled in agony as Mèng Yáo pulled her blade free from his bloodied hand and settled back into her chair. Howard's wife used the napkin to wrap up her husband's wounded hand as he shook with a mixture of rage, pain, and fear. He glared at Da Han and his psychotic wife.
Da Han tilted his head. “Well, are you going to act more cordial?”
“Yes,” Howard grounded out through gritted teeth.
“Good, as we still have business to conduct,” Da Han said.
Monty looked at his parents, and his mother staring back at him with tears rimming her eyes, her body shaking in fright gave him all of the patience that he needed. His father—he knew—was also scared, but was trying to keep from showing it, much like himself. He couldn't believe that he was about to agree to such outrageous terms, but he had no choice. He knew that Da Han wasn't a man who bluffed. They came here on a mission and they weren't going to leave empty-handed. Not at all.
Da Han waved his hand and his daughter removed the barrel of her gun from Montgomery's temple and took several steps back, to his relief.
“As I was saying, you will marry my son tonight,” Da Han reaffirmed.
Montgomery cleared his throat. “I assume this marriage will be an until death do us part arrangement?” he asked in his crisp British accent.
“God, you sound so sexy,” Ren blurted out.
Da Han rolled his eyes. “Calm yourself, boy.”
Ren apologized, but kept his lusty gaze on the one man he would kill for—literally.
“Aren't all marriages until death,” Mèng Yáo said with a wicked grin, responding to Monty's question.
“Some end in divorce,” Montgomery shot back, then leaned forward. “Your son doesn't know me. He just wants me because I'm the Dom he's been chasing at Scarlet Letter. He does not like not getting his way and now I see where he gets it from.”
Mèng Yáo gasped, her hand going to her chest as she laughed. “Oh, he's a bold one. I see why my son is so attracted.”
“Montgomery,” his mother whispered in desperation for her son not to anger the very people holding their lives at gunpoint. She'd already witnessed an attack on her husband, she didn't want anything to happen to her only child.
Monty looked at his mom briefly, but returned his attention to the deal makers at the table. He knew and understood her concern, but he had questions that needed answering. “What happens if he realizes that I'm not the man for him? Are we going to be allowed to get a divorce?”
“As if I'd allow you to ever leave me,” Ren snapped.
Da Han raised an eyebrow at his son's outburst, a humorous expression on his face. “It's a valid question, son. If you end up not enjoying being married to him, do you really want to remain married?”
“He's just using that as an excuse to make our lives together unbearable so that I'd agree to a divorce,” Ren said. “I know we're meant to be together.”
“Is that what you plan on doing, Mr. William-Price?” Mèng Yáo asked and her gaze was lethal as if daring him to admit to her son's accusation.
