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AllisonI pace back and forth in Gregory's hotel suite, staring at my phone as it explodes with calls and texts.Mostly they're from Papa. The messages were confused and plaintive at first. He begged me to come back. Said he'd make sure everything was okay, that he'd take care of me no matter what. That Paul would make a fine husband. That what happened to Freya was a tragedy, but not Paul's fault.Then his messages got ugly. I could practically read the fear. He called me everything—spoiled, ugly, a bitch, a whore—said he regretted treating me so well, only for me to betray him. He demanded my return. He said he'd kill me if I didn't.Then my cousins began calling. An uncle, some friends of Papa's that I've known for a while, even my godfather. Some tried to be kind. Some, not so much. All of them want me to go back to the Debarcio mansion and go through with my marriage to Paul.I refused to answer. Only kept pacing, back and forth, staring at the phone on the coffee table as the sc
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Allison"Now you've lost your mind." I stalk away from him, trying to process what he just said. "You want to marry me? I don't even understand why you'd want something like that.""You're in a wedding dress already, which makes things easy.""That's not funny." I look down at my torn, dirt-stained clothes. "I look like a mannequin in a bombed-out Goodwill.""An extremely fuckable mannequin at least.""I didn't know you were into making love to inanimate objects.""Don't kink-shame.""Explain how marrying me is even remotely on your radar, crazy?""You're perfect. That's how.""And you're a total stranger. Also, probably insane." I turn to face him again now that there's half a room between us. "Explain to me how the hell marrying you would be better than marrying Paul, please? I might as well shove my hand in a wasp nest and wiggle it around.""For one, I didn't kill your sister, and I have no reason to hurt you.""Great, that's slightly better. That's like the bare minimum to be in
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Allison"Can't you just like, I don't know, fight them?" He drags me into the hall, walking fast toward the elevators. He's got one hand on my wrist and the other in his jacket like he's gripping a gun. "Fight them like you did back at the wedding?" I shove the phone back down into my bra since that's the only spot where it won't fall out. I really wish I had pockets right about now. And shoes."I can, but there's no guarantee I'll win. Getting away and regrouping is smarter." He curses softly to himself. "I don't know how they figured out I'm here. Unless Paul's been keeping tabs on me from the start. Knowing that clever bastard, that's exactly what he's been doing. Luckily, I paid the front desk to keep an eye out.""You're going to get me killed." My heart's racing, my palms are sweating. "But this is probably better than letting Paul do it.""Quicker at least." He doesn't smile, and I'm not sure if I'm joking. "At least we're having fun, right? Running around together, driving in
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AllisonThe next hotel room isn't as nice as the first. "Best we can do for now," Gregory says, unlocking the door to a dingy motel suite. We've got the corner spot, furthest from the parking lot. There's a sitting room with a separate bedroom, but it's all rundown and ugly. "Paul won't come looking for me here.""I suspect Paul's familiar with this side of town." We're in a bad neighborhood, one of the worst in Portland, but there are dispensaries even in this area. Which means the Debarcio Bratva's got contacts and control."He thinks I'm a fancy Callahan, like I'm afraid to get my hands dirty." Gregory strips off his jacket, tossing it aside. "He's very wrong about that." A phone appears in his hands. He unbuttons his shirt without looking at me. "I have some calls to make.""Who?" I ask, voice shaking. I keep thinking about the gunshot in the stairwell and my father standing with the thugs that tried to kill me.Has it really gotten so bad?"We need clothes. You need shoes." He gl
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AllisonGregory comes out wearing only his slacks, his chest still damp, a towel around his shoulders. He's drying his hair and stops short when he spots me sitting on the bed, my legs crossed, the ruin of my wedding dress hiked so far up it's almost scandalous.I like the hunger in his eyes. Even if I don't like him."I want to make a deal," I say, letting him stare. Two can play his game. If he wants to prance around using sex against me, I'll do the same thing. I shift slowly, letting him catch a glimpse of my ass, before recrossing my legs. He reacts slightly, eyes flicking to my skin. His tongue wets his lips.He tilts his head. "Now you're thinking rationally.""You're right. I don't have any other choice. I can either play ball with you or I can let Paul and my father screw me over. And I am not about to let them murder my sister and get away with it.""What sort of deal do you want to make?" He grips either end of the towel, leaving it around his shoulders. His biceps and fore
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AllisonThat kiss. That stupid, perfect, amazing, incredible kiss.I thought I liked his smell. But his taste is even better. Yes, there's some whiskey, but there's also lemon, and mint, and something deeper than that, a darkness, a need underpinning everything.He holds onto my hair, fisting it tight as he kisses me, pinning me back against the headboard of the bed.I sink into his lips. Into the way they move against mine. Into his breathing, the pattern of his inhales.His fingers slide through my hair, stroke my cheek, grip my wrists and arch them above my head. My hips move, grinding into him. I feel his hardness, digging back against me. He's devouring me, and I'm tumbling down into this moment despite knowing it's a terrible idea. If I can't find a way to halt this freefall, I never will.But I don't want to stop.He moves to the side, dragging me onto his lap. I shiver as he unzips my dress, and together, we finally get the damn thing off. It's an immediate relief, as his lips
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GregoryThe plane lands in Boston at noon the next day.Allison's wearing all black, like the opposite of a wedding. I'd say she did it on purpose, except I'm the one that bought all her clothes."I never thought I'd be so happy to have shoes on," she mutters as we disembark onto the runway. She thanks the captain and the flight attendant as she heads toward the terminal, looking a little dazed. "Where are we right now anyway?""Private terminal near Logan International." I pause, looking over my shoulder, as the last member of our flight ambles out. My West Coast lawyer is a balding man in his early forties with a spare tire around the middle and a cheap gray suit, but his legal work is rock solid. If I could've avoided having him on our long flight, I would have. That four hours would've been much nicer with only my new wife as company. "Eugene, papers please."Eugene hands me a dossier. Inside is the contract we drew up with the legally binding rules for my relationship with Alliso
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Gregory"Did you seriously grow up here?" Allison asks, staring out the window as we roll down the private driveway toward the mansion.It's an enormous house. Ostentatious, obscene. "My great-grandfather built this place to project the family's power," I tell her as the sedan parks near the side entrance. The private doorway is for close members of the organization only. "But yes, I grew up here.""I can't even imagine," she says, a strange laugh in the back of her throat. "And it's not like I came from nothing. But this..." She trails off, at a loss for words.It's hard to see this house through her eyes. This building and the accompanying power dynamics are woven into my very existence. The columns, the tiles on the roof, the multiple wings, manicured landscaping, multiple cars, the armed guards, they're all a part of my life, etched deeply into my childhood. The dim rooms, the twisting passages, the secret staircases, libraries, music halls, and billiards rooms, they're the veins
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