Mik’s eyes flick between the both of us. In the height of things, I don’t think I’m asking too fucking much, considering the shit I’ve had to go through. “If I do that, you owe me, little wife.”

A dark chuckle crawls its way down my spine. “Call her that again and you’ll be eating through a straw. Mafia bosses aren’t that scary when they’ve got no tongue.” Wicked’s words are calm, but the smirk on his mouth is playful.

Mik winks at him, nodding his head. “Fine. But you owe me.”

“If it’s any consolation, I loved your mother.” Victor takes out a cigar from inside his jacket. “Unfortunately, that never spread to you. You were a reminder of her betrayal. Every time I look at you, principessa, I have to force myself to not kill you myself. That your fate would be much worse.”

His words bounce off the barrier I’ve thrown up over my emotions. “Get him out of here.”

I close my eyes as Mikhail’s soldiers scuffle with grabbing him. I wait until silence surrounds us before opening my eyes, Wicked’s fingers grazing my chin. “I’m sorry, baby.”

Shaking my head, I inhale through the pain of my heart breaking in my chest. “It’s fine. Now we need to find this psychopath and put it all to bed.” Wicked takes my hand and pulls me to where Royce, Jade, Poppy, Khaos, and a couple of their other brothers from the MC are.

Jade hooks her arm in mine, resting her head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry. Let’s take you home.”

I move fluidly, almost as though I don’t know how to walk again. They put me into the back seat of my car and drive us out to the clubhouse. The blood stains on my wedding dress are a constant reminder of everything that has happened. Will be a constant reminder of everything.

I turn to face Wicked. “That’s why he faked his death? Because of Mik?”

Wicked’s eyes soften around the sides. “Yeah, babe. He knew it was about to break out about me being here and him helping. I had to get to Mikhail before he found out. That month we were gone, I managed to make contact with Mikhail and hashed it all out.”

I rest my head back against the chair, watching as the trees pass my window. “All this time?”

He reaches over, unclips my belt, and pulls me in close under his arm. “Until the end of time. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you earlier. I didn’t know what the fuck to do.”

“When did you change your plan of stealing me and using me as one of your victims?” I ask softly, running the palm of my hand over his thigh. His muscles bounce against it.