Chapter 41

His.

She finally belonged to him.

Riley Anne Alvarez.

It was too bad she had fought so hard. Even after he shoved more angel dust down his angel's throat in the church parking lot. He'd had to slap her a little until she was able to focus and answer the priest's questions at the correct time. The old man had looked concerned, until Shank'd shoved a gun in his face. Then he'd been happy enough to finish the ceremony, take the wad of bills from the groom and usher the couple quickly out.

Riley lolled in his arms. He sat with her on the curb next to the church. She was in his lap with her head hanging off his elbow. He loved watching her sleep. No one could touch his angel in terms of beauty. Those lips and cheeks. She was one of a kind and she was all his.

He wanted to fuck her bad. His dick was poking up at her where he sat on the pavement. But he wanted her awake and in a bed. It would be easy enough to put her in the backseat of the car, flip up her dress and fuck her raw. She wa