Chapter 57: : Chapter 57

I didn’t think I would ever wait at the end of the aisle to marry for the right reason. But I know I’ll enjoy my life with Jewel. I lean in and breathe her in; she smells of so many possibilities, and I really can’t wait to see what the future holds. She doesn’t know it yet, but her wedding gift when we return home after our honeymoon is her father’s guns. The truth is, I always intended to give them to her; I just needed her to fall in love with me first.

The party has already begun, and everyone congratulates us. She awkwardly thanks people she doesn’t know, and I hate myself for somehow falling in love with her even more.

She pulls back when everyone heads for the dance floor, and I can see her searching for the only other person in this room she cares about. A part of me is jealous that I’m not the only one.

“His car is still here,” I tell her as she searches for Craig, probably afraid he’s already left. She nods and grips her dress before she walks off, and I watch as she goes.

“Beautiful wedding,” Dutton says as he comes up next to me. “It seems to have worked out in the end, I suppose.”

“I’m not going to apologize if that’s what you’re looking for.”

He smirks. “Knowing I left that scar on your cheek is more than satisfying for me.”

I turn to him and pull him in for a hug. My cousin and I might have our differences. We might, at times, be tempted to kill each other because of them. But no matter what, we’ll always have one another’s back.

“But thanks to you, now my parents are asking me when they’re due for a wedding and daughter-in-law.” He pins me with a glare.

“That sounds like a you problem,” I tell him. “But I’m here to tell you it’s not all bad.”

“Wow, you really are pussy whipped, aren’t you.” He grins, bringing his glass to his lips. The mischief leaves his eyes as he notices a man looking in the direction of his sister. The twins are with her, Hawke holding her drink above her head where she can’t reach it, even when she jumps. Ford is looking at me, shaking his head.

Without so much as another word, Dutton is stalking in their direction, quickly intercepting the guest who had his eye on Billie. I’ve never had the heart to tell him that perhaps he should be looking closer at his friends than at other men. If anything has happened between Billie and one of the twins, Dutton will definitely kill them first and ask questions later.

“Your mother is finally speaking to me again,” my father says as he comes to stand by my side.

“Well, that makes one of us.”

I can see his smirk in my periphery. “Don’t be mad that I got one up on you for a final time. I’ll miss it, you know. The mind games.”

I sigh and look at my father. For all his cold calculation, he is the person who taught me almost everything I know about business. Respectfully, I should’ve known he was scheming something.

He pulls out a folded letter and hands it to me. “I pressured Jewels into handing me information regarding the Monti family as her client. I wanted to know what she’d give away and if she was, in fact, someone I could trust. You can keep it.” I take it, and then he pulls me in for a hug. “I’m proud of you, son. With or without marriage. I only wanted the best for you.”

I pat him on the back because my father might be many things, but he’s not a liar. When he spots my mother, he gravitates toward her, and I unfold the letter. I chuckle. It might as well be a personalized love letter to me, even when she tried to make it professional.

Eli Monti is an asshole. Currently, I can’t see a crack in their organization. Rya Monti makes it difficult as an adversary because she can easily get them out of whatever misdeeds might come out in the public eye. Crue Monti is as lethal as they say but has seemingly taken a step back to allow his son to take over the majority of the business.

However, I am not surprised Eli Monti has a hit on him. Though he is versatile and capable in most environments, he doesn’t avoid confrontation, so I would suggest keeping your whereabouts unknown. I would approach cautiously. He should’ve been killed immediately instead of toyed with because he seems to enjoy such games.

Due to not having direct contact with you, I would like to forfeit my involvement with this project and will pay four times the amount in return, as well as offer my sworn secrecy. I am a hitwoman. Gathering intel is not my specialty, and as such, you can find someone else better suited. Please text me details so I can end this contract on peaceful terms.

If you choose to continue to pursue the Monti family, I thoroughly advise caution. There’s a reason why they run the Italian mafia in New York City.

Best,

Jewel Diamond.

I tuck the letter into my pocket. She had, even back then, tried to step out of the situation, and I don’t even know if she realized at that point she was falling for me. Obviously, my father didn’t respond to her and applied pressure by not acknowledging her demand to be released from the contract.

Eli Monti is an asshole. My lips twitch.

I search for Jewel again, and when I find her, I watch as she hugs Craig. They look deep in discussion, and she smiles as he goes to leave. Before he does, he searches the crowd before his gaze lands on me. He gives me one nod before he turns and walks out. I already know the meaning of that nod. He pre-warned me when I sent him the suit that if I did anything to hurt her, he would come out of retirement and hunt me down. I do quite enjoy a challenge. But he should know better than anyone that I’m the one who needs to be protected… from her.

She gazes after him as he leaves, her shoulders sagging slightly, and then she spots me. She ignores those who try to approach her and comes to a stop in front of me. The minute she’s within reaching distance, I pull her into me and begin swaying to the music like we were before. Neither of us enjoys dancing, nor are we traditional. But I like holding her in my arms. I like the way she stares up at me, and we soak in this day that was only ever meant to be a ploy but turned into something far greater than we could’ve ever imagined.

“I reckon we can escape soon,” I whisper into her ear.

“We haven’t even eaten yet,” she says. “Your mother was telling me all about the food.”

“But I like to have dessert first.” I wink, then lean down and kiss her lips, my hands finding her hips and holding on to them so she can’t escape.

I don’t want her to ever escape me.

“I didn’t get my dessert last night. Don’t you want my cock buried deep in that sweet pussy of yours?” I croon softly. Red streaks across her cheeks. “What about how my tongue plays circles on your clit? Do you like that?”

She swallows hard and nods.

“I believe you still have to carve your new initials into my other leg.” She pulls me by the neck so I’m at eye level with her. Her hot breath brushes against my ear.

“I like it when you choke me.”

My cock hardens to its full, thick length.

“We have an issue,” I tell her.

“What?”

“My cock is hard, and if I pull away right now, everyone will see.”

She laughs, literally doubles over, and laughs. But I quickly pull her back up to block my cock. My grandparents are here, for fuck’s sake. That’s the last thing they need to see.

“It’s not funny,” I growl.

“It is,” she insists as someone approaches. “I can make it go away… with my mouth.” Whoever it is starts to say something as they reach us, but now all I want is her lips around my cock. I pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and head straight to the restrooms. Shutting and locking the door behind us, I place her back on her heels. She’s giggling, and I can’t stop my cock from hardening even more.

“You seem keen on the idea,” she purrs, hiking up her dress. I watch in fascination as she drops to her knees. Careful not to kneel on her dress, she reaches for my zipper and rubs me through my pants, looking up at me with those amber eyes.

Someone knocks on the door.

“Fuck off!” I tell them, still staring down at her. Her smile never wavers as she unzips my pants and pulls my cock free. She licks it—just the tip—before she takes me into her mouth. All the way as far as my cock will go before sliding back to the head.

I moan, trying my hardest not to mess up her perfect hair.

Instead, I slide my hand under her chin and hold her jaw as she proceeds to fuck me with her mouth. I think she hates me, but then again, I think she fucking loves it when I fuck her, and that’s what I plan to do.

Pulling from her mouth, my cock stands tall, and I bend down to help her to her feet. Then I spin her so her back is to me and hike up the dress. That’s when I realize she’s not wearing any panties.

“Fuck me,” I say on a moan.

“I’m wet for you, Mr. Monti.”

“Fuck yes, you are.” I slip my finger between her folds, and she moans. “Fuck, you were built so perfectly for me, Mrs. Monti.” My finger, now wet with her arousal, I plunge it inside her.

Another knock comes at the door.

“Fuck. Off!” This time, it comes from her, and I can’t help but be proud.

Her breath hitches as she watches us in the mirror. I slide a knife out of my suit jacket. It’s not just any knife; it’s the one she assaulted me with when we first met. I’ve carried it around ever since that night.

“I want you to carve your initials, Mrs. Monti. The bloodier, the better.” My cock twitches at the anticipated pain.

She smiles as she nuzzles her pussy against my cock. “But first, you’ll service me, husband, and wait your turn.”

My lips stretch in a wild grin as I grab the back of her hair. Fuck being polite; it never suited either of us anyway.

“I’m going to break you,” I promise her, and she laughs.

“Such vengeful lies. Give it your best shot.”

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