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She made the cartel showing up in Park Ridge the least of my problems. At five-foot nothing, the fucking bitch I had to marry turned into a festering thorn in my side. Once we were wed, I would have all the time in the world to punish her.
Adelina wasn’t a princess anymore, and she wouldn’t be one when we were husband and wife either. MCs didn’t have princesses, and her father had come all this way from Vegas to hand her over to the beast.
“Good job,” Graff mumbled to me, casting his eyes elsewhere, as I stood back.
Wilde and Massimo could talk all they wanted. Massimo was a slithering snake like the rest of the sick fucks in the Mafia. They all wanted more than they could handle, something I proved when I capped that cunt of a human-trafficking whore up at Barton Mill.
Don Massimo Parisi might’ve thought he could control the world, but not mine. And not the MC’s. I left the Prez to deal with his shit for now. I would have the rest of my life to endure my father-in-law.
“Yeah, whatever,” I mumbled back to Graff, kicking a rock out of my way. “We just need the boys to get back so we can find out which cartel followed us.”
“What do you think they wanted with Adelina?” Graff moved to stand at my shoulder.
I gave a half-assed grunt—not knowing or really concerned with what they wanted. Though I doubted she was the reason they came.
“You have an idea who they were?” Graff asked.
“Maybe.” I flicked my gaze toward Adelina. “I’ll leave sniffing it out to the Prez.”
My fia—Hell, I couldn’t even think the word.
Adelinawas already looking at me, dragging her eyes up me with her nose wrinkled in disgust. Our eyes met for a brief second, and then she rolled hers, returning to face her uncle. No matter. I didn’t want her here any more than she wanted to be here with me, but this deal ensured peace between the Mafia and us.
Signing a piece of paper if it saved my brothers’ asses and the club? That was the least I could do.
But any peace between the Mafia princess and me would be fragile. Breakable. Shattering it would be fun once we got back to LA.
Myturf.
Wilde had brought us out to the Ridge after being shot because of Bou and falling in love or some shit, but I hated it here. It was desolate and vast, missing people and other good shit that came with city life. I needed to be back in LA with abitch on my cock and the concrete jungle spreading out beneath my boots.
And then I needed to hunt down the cartel motherfuckers who seemed intent on crashing my wedding. Or whatever I was supposed to call this meeting.
Everything had gone to shit, yet I was still engaged. Fuck that noise. I wasn’t about to be stuck with one pussy for the rest of my life, even if Adelina had a smokin’ hot body under those fancy clothes. She was only hot in the high-maintenance kind of way, and someone like that would probably nag me until I finally blew my brains out.
Not happening. We’d sleep on opposite sides of the clubhouse. She could bunk with the bunnies, and I would keep my room on the side where the patched members slept.
This was a political marriage.
A business deal.
That’s it.
Wilde would /≥have his boys in the Ridge take a cut of the Mafia’s profits for turning a blind eye to the arms trafficking. And as for me and my “wife,” we could coexist on opposite sides of the clubhouse. And I could go on fucking as many sweetbutts as I liked.
She might have still been pissed when she found out, but there was no way I could live without variety. And I’m not sure she would never be happy living the MC life anyway, so there was no point in pretending.
I’d sign on the dotted line in front of a judge.
Hell, I could even pop her cherry, assuming she still had one.
I looked her up and down. Yeah, the cherry was doubtful with those curves. If they needed blood like some medieval bastards, I could just cut her for that.
A marriage made in hell.Hope she’s ready.
The roar of motorcycles cut through the now eerie silence. When had everyone stopped talking?
But when I looked, there was only one motorcycle tearing down the road toward Bou’s shop, and it came from the wrong direction. I blew out a deep breath, bracing myself for the Ridge enforcer to be up my ass.
