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I settle back against the black leather seat, a blast of air from the vent above cooling my face. My phone vibrates against my leg and I grab it, rolling my eyes when I see the text from Patrick.
Congrats to you and Elizabeth. Keep your fucking nose clean out there so I can figure out how to sanitize the mess you caused back HERE.
With a snort,I stab a response.
If I didn’t make that move, we’d be sitting around with our thumbs up our asses waiting for Sinalia to torch Hell’s Kitchen.
Three gray dots appear,then the middle finger emoji.
I shake my head and suck air through my teeth before typing my reply.
Such a weak response. How are you the boss again?
It’s because I’m the boss that your ass is still in one piece. Let’s try to keep it that way. Try to use your head this time around.
I smirk.
It’s Vegas. And also my wedding night. Lots of kinky shit can happen. And I’m definitely gonna use one of my heads before the night’s over.
Puke face emoji.
Okay, I guess I took it a little too far.
Whatever. Whendon’tI do that?
The Escalade stops. I peer out the window up at the white stucco building. A leafy green archway sits over the entrance.
“Dum-dum-de-dum,” Kat hums, pushing the door open. She hops out and I follow. My gut knots for the first time as I stare up at the chapel. A sign for the Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel hangs above the arch in gold script letters. Shockingly, it doesn’t look cheesy as hell from the outside.
But inside… I’ve gotta wonder. Is Elvis gonna marry us?
“It’s quiet and off the beaten path so you can fly under the radar,” Kat says, pushing me forward.
Hairs on the back of my neck prickle. I struggle to move my feet. Feels like I’m wearing cement shoes. My pulse jumps, the reality of my hell swooping down on top of me like a plastic bag over my head.
Sweat beads pop up on my back. Dry heat, my ass. I’m sweating like a pig out here.
But I know it’s not the oppressive Vegas heat that’s making my shirt cling to my skin like I’ve just won a wet t-shirt contest.
“You look like you’re going to pass out.” Kat slides her sunglasses onto the top of her head and narrows her eyes. “This makes you nervous?This… not battling El Azul, one of Colon’s trusted lieutenants?”
I shrug. “I was pissed off. That cocksucker hurt one of the kids in our sports program. I wanted to fuck him up a little bit, show him what’d happen if he was stupid enough to do it again.”
Kat nods. “Okay, so the possibility of having your head sliced off with a machete doesn’t scare you, but a marriage of convenience freaks you the fuck out. Noted.”
“What, like that’s weird?”
Kat steps toward me and puts her hand on my shoulder. “Get the fuck inside, Quinn. Now. And don’t make me say it again.”
My fake glasses slip down my nose so I push them back in place as she shoves me toward the door. The place is bright white with flowers all over. I take a walk around, scouting the lobby. No sign of Elvis, either. What a bunch of bullshit. If I’m gonna be tethered to this girl, I’d have liked the full experience.
Kat walks up to the desk and speaks in a low voice to the girl behind the counter.
I keep wandering until I face a double set of glass doors. Rows of white chairs line the room. Tall glass vases of some kind of flower are set up along the floor in the front. Another arch of white flowers sits at the end of the aisle.
My nose tickles just looking at all of it.
Then a side door opens up by the arch. My eyes catch on the gorgeous woman in a tight floor-length white dress. When she moves, the shimmery material sparkles under the overhead light. Long reddish-brown curls flow down her back.
