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My skin burns beneath the adhesive of the duct tape as I glare at Gavino. My heart races, fear shooting through my veins as he smiles at me. As if on cue, a man comes through the doorway, carrying a garment bag toward us. I jump at Gavino’s clap, my eyes following the man as he hangs the bag up on the edge of a shelf at the corner of the room. Breathing heavily, I watch as he pulls the zipper down, revealing a billow of white lace and chiffon.
He brought a fucking wedding dress.
Swinging my legs to the side, my toes hit the cold flooring as I make a wild attempt to get away, despite my ankles being wrapped tightly together. I kick my knees as much as I can, thrashing madly until Gavino grabs me up and pins me back onto the mattress. Sweat drips from his forehead as he fights to keep me still, landing in warm, drops on my skin. My gun wound is screaming at me to give in and be still, my body sore and tired, but I don’t give in.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the other man coming nearer to the bed; the dress draped over his arms. If he thinks he’s getting that dress on me without a fight, he has another thing coming.
“You’re an ungrateful, stubborn bitch!” Gavino yells above me, using all of his body weight to hold me while the other man starts to work the skirt of the wedding dress up my legs.
I scream beneath the duct tape as he strong arms me, pinning my chest down as he rips at the medical gown I’m wearing. It rips apart easily, the buttons unsnapping along my arms. Pain rips through my chest as he presses down on my wound, my body kicking and fighting with new vigor as the gown is yanked off of me. The air is cool on my naked flesh, the chiffon of the wedding dress scratchy as it’s dragged up my skin. The man dressing me has done a well enough job not to touch me while getting the skirt up my hips, but now his knuckles press into my sides, grazing the edges of my breasts as Gavino holds me down.
Once the fabric is high enough, I’m forced to roll over, a sobbing cry muffled from my mouth as I’m pressed roughly onto my stomach so that the strapless dress can be zipped up. Angry tears trickle down my cheeks, tracing the edge of the duct tape on my mouth as I’m yanked up to stand near the bed. I have to rely on Gavino to keep me upright with my ankle still secure and I glare at him as he shifts me to face him.
“You could have made that a lot easier.” The other man is dismissed as Gavino narrows his eyes on my face. “I'm going to untie your ankles so you can stand properly. “Do notkick me.”
He stares at me until he thinks I’ve given him some kind of nonverbal agreement, ducking down to lift my skirts as I teeter against the bed. Slipping a knife from his pocket he eyes me before I feel him saw at the duct tape. The second I feel the pressure around my ankles release,I kick.
Gavino goes smacking backward onto the floor, his head cracking against it with a loudthwackas I rush toward the closed door. Wrist still bound I reach with my fingers, just managing to grab the doorknob, when I’m smashed into the door. My face smashes up hard against the wood, cheek feeling instantly bruised as Gavino hikes me up by my hips to toss me backward. My shoulder crashes into the bedframe, the air whooshing from my lungs with the shock of pain that radiates from my chest.
Gavino uses the moment of my instability to march over to me. Blood runs from his temple, matting the light brown hair along the side of his head, and I can’t help but feel a glint of satisfaction at finally being able to make him bleed. Gripping my upper arm, he hoists me up, yanking me along behind him at a pace I can barely manage with the pain lacing my body.
We stomp through the house and out to the back driveway, my eyes clashing with a priest’s that stands nervously in front of Gavino’s car. It’s sunny, but the air is cold, my skin pebbling as I’m dragged through the cool, damp grass toward him. I can see from the reflection in his car window that my hair is an absolute wreck, hanging around my shoulders in a tangled, curly mess. I scowl at the priest as I’m placed before him, Gavino’s voice scratching along my eardrums.
“We’re ready to be married.”
Chapter Twenty-four
REMY
“Where is Geo?”
My father shrugs where he stands at his drink cart, pouring himself a glass of bourbon. “Probably home.”
Air stings my lungs as I hold my breath, mentally trying to control my annoyance. “I requested he be here for this.”
Capo Famiglia’s eyes flick to mine, narrowing slightly. “And I don’t follow your orders, do I, Remy?”
Teeth grinding, I say nothing, watching my father move to lean against his desk, drink in hand.
“Now, what’s this about? You know I prefer not to have meetings on the weekends.”
Deciding it’s best to cut straight to the point, I don’t hesitate. “Beverly is currently staying at Gregory’s because Gavino attacked her and she was shot in the process of trying to get away.” His drink pauses on its way to his lips. His gaze growing more serious. “She is pregnant with twins.” I pause, working up the nerve to finish. “And they’re mine.”
My father’s drink never makes it to his mouth. Instead, it’s thrown against the wall, glass smashing onto the floor while amber liquid drips down the wallpaper. “Porca Miseria!”For God’s sake!
My heart thunders against my ribs as he paces, angrily swiping some paperwork off his desk.
“What the fuck is wrong with you children? Eh?” I blink, knowing he’s not looking for an answer. “Fottuti idioti!”Fucking idiots!
Despite my better judgement, I interrupt his rant. “Gavino needs to be punished.”
He spins, staring at me with wild eyes. The look on his face was one I had been raised to fear, but now, I saw it as only the look of an old deranged man. “No!”
My head tilts at his response, my eyes narrowing on him.
“No, you should be lucky if that bitch dies.” He spits, his face red and shaking. My hands pinch into tight fists as he continues to yell, skin growing hot with rage. “She has caused nothing but trouble. What is it about her that makes you and your brother so weak? Eh? Does she have a pussy of gold?”
I step forward the same time the door slams open, Wolf interrupting the meeting with an ungraceful entrance. A half hearted nod of respect is given to my father before his eyes find mine, his chest heaving as if he ran here. “Gavino is marrying Beverly. He’s taken over Gregory’s and is having a priest brought to the house.”
