Page 50 of Bratva Hunter

“Yes.”

“I have Tom Ford, Giorgio Armani, Vera Wang, and Prada, just to name a few.” He looks me up and down. “Forty-two long with thirty-four waist and thirty-four length.”

“Armani.” I flick my head to Jackson, who sits down on a very uncomfortable-looking bench. “There’s a coffee shop nearby. Go grab a coffee and come back in a half hour. No reason for you to sit here.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” He taps the clerk on his shoulder. “Put the tux on my account.”

I open my mouth to argue, and he shakes his head. “It’s not right to argue with your in-laws, young man.”

Twenty minutes later, I step up to the counter with my purchases hanging on the adjacent rack as the door chime rings. I expect to see Jackson, but Marco walks in with two of his goons. Handing the clerk my credit card, I glare at Marco. “Marco.”

“Roric.” His eyes scan the room. “No wife?”

“She’s at her grandparents. But I assume you know that.”

He shrugs as his two soldiers begin their trek through the store.

“I would have thought you’d have a tux.”

“Her grandparents are throwing us a reception. But you know that.”

“Yes. You should invite me.”

“It’s not my place to invite you to the White family home.”

“She’s my niece.”

“And my wife. Husband trumps uncle.”

“You’re going to be sorry you brought her to her mother’s family. They’ll try to keep her.”

“Goodbye Marco.”

He turns into Jackson’s angry gaze. “Making trouble, Marco?”

Marco laughs as he exits.

The clerk’s hand shakes as he hands me my card. I pocket it as Jackson sighs. “I told you I was paying.”

“Next time.”

“Ha. Just because you can afford to buy doesn’t mean you can’t accept my offer.”

“True. I’m used to paying for things. Rosa will want for nothing.”

He nods as he grabs my bags. “I already knew that when you got out of the SUV.”

ROSA

The kitchen door opens to two laughing men. My grandfather has his hand on my new husband like they’re bosom buddies. Seriously. My friends, my mother, and my grandmother spent the afternoon convincing me that Roric is a good guy andworthy of a second chance. The smile he offers when he sees me dampens my panties. It’s more than being horny. He’s been perfect since he rescued me.

He saunters up and kisses my head. “Good evening, ladies. Did you all have a good afternoon?”

I nod. “Katrina Petrov, my friend from high school, along with Camille and Ella Campbell were over helping to choose dresses.”

“How do you know them?”

“I met them through Katrina. They’re married to Banner’s cousins.”

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