Page 86 of The Better Bride
I finish my beer and continue, “If she would just remember why she fell in love with me last night, she wouldn’t have a doubt about us, either. And she’d cancel her damn wedding. Not because she’s already married to me, and not because Norbert isn’t the right man for her—but because she loves me truly and completely and can’t imagine not spending the rest of her life with me.”
Just then, my phone buzzes. I look down to see Mysti’s name staring back at me.
“Hello?” I say, but no one answers. I hear a male voice in the background saying that Mysti was his.
The fuck?
So I put it on speaker, motioning to the guys to not say anything.
“Mysti, are you there? This is your last chance,” the voice says.
“Is he talking to Mysti?” Anton half-whispers, half-mouths.
“What does that mean?” Lock whispers.
Then, I hear her voice on the line. “What do you mean?”
“You’re mine, Mysti May Grace,” the fucking voice says. All four of us are looking at the phone, in shock. Well, until we hear him say that no other man can touch her or fuck her.
Fuck him.
He’s dead.
Except, I don’t know who “he” is.
I’m just about to run out of the bar and…somewhere when I hear the fucking guy say that if anyone touches her, he’ll kill them and her.
“Does he have an accent?” Liam asks.
Lock nods.
“Alphonso…fuck.” Liam swears, slamming his beer down on the bar.
“Who?” I ask, even though I don’t really want to know. The idea of any man but me touching her, kissing her and fucking her? It’s too painful to bear.
“A big, big mistake,” Lock says. “According to Sammi, Mysti didn’t find out until after they were married, but Alphonso is a huge…”
I stare at the guys, willing someone to finish the sentence while all the awful, dangerous, psychotic possibilities running through my head.
“…a huge drug lord.”
Not as bad as the possibility of him being a huge serial killer, but still pretty high up there on the ‘things I don’t want to fucking deal with’ list.
But, I have to. Because this guy stands between me and my wife.
“Ex-husbands, ex-fiancés, it doesn’t matter,” I say as I stand up. “I’m her fucking husband, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let another man threaten my wife!”
“So, what are we going to do?” Anton asks, standing up to join me.
“We?”
“Of course,” Lock says, stepping up beside Anton. “We’re all in this together, cobber.”
Liam stands up as well, and suddenly we look like a rag-tag superhero fighting team, just without the silly costumes and capes. Or without any of the superpowers, unfortunately.
Unless you count the intense love we have for our wives as superpowers. Because, prepared or not, we’re going after a dangerous drug lord intent on killing me to get my wife back.