Page 108 of Vow

“She’s gone?” Kev asked loudly. “Where the fuck is she?”

“Gone, Kev.”

“Gone?”

“Yeah, g—”

“Find her!”

The whispers were getting louder. People from both sides of the aisle were standing and starting to talk instead of whisper in hushed tones. Haven’s heartbeat was kicking so loudly, she thought it might start to hurt.

Andino was already stepping down from the altar, and fixing the sleeve of his tux like he didn’t have a single care in the world.

There was no missing the grin he wore.

Sly.

Knowing.

Happy.

SEVENTEEN

There was a great sense of satisfaction that came with watching a plan all fall together just as you hoped it would. To watch everyone else around you struggle to understand what just happened, and how to react while you were a calm pillar in a raging storm was … divine.

Andino hadn’t realized that this was how it was going to feel. That it would be this satisfying and amusing at the same time.

The echo of confused voices around him only picked up while he remained still and silent leaning against the wall. His gaze scanned the familiar faces of his family, and those of Ginevra’s. They’d been looking for a half an hour now. Searching the church, and surrounding areas. They were unwilling to admit she was actually gone.

He had news for them.

Ginevra was getting closer to the Canadian border with every passing second. With freedom at the tips of her fingers, there was no way in hell that woman was turning back around now. As she shouldn’t, he supposed.

He needed her to stay gone.

It had been pandemonium at first when they realized Ginevra was gone. Complete fucking chaos. Now, they were finally starting to calm.

That didn’t mean they were happy.

Too bad, so sad.

“Nothing?” Kev asked desperately.

The enforcer shook his head. “Nothing, boss.”

“Nothing at all?”

“Kev, we’re wasting time here,” Darren stepped in.

Oh, they were having a right fit, and Andino found it all hilarious. He didn’t show it other than the small smile that continued to edge its way over his lips. He couldn’t help that. Satisfaction was hard to fucking hide.

And besides …

Well, he supposed a part of him wanted them to know, too. He wanted these fucking snakes from Brooklyn to know exactly what he had done. That he was the one who ruined their plots and plans because he could. Because he didn’t trust them, he never had, and he was never going to.

There was no way in hell he would bow to them.

Ever.