Page 61 of Barristers & Bones

“We heard from an informant they were already planning another kidnapping attempt, and you’re putting your friends and Ezra in danger by going back to the mortuary and dragging them into this.”

A long sigh escaped me. Roman knew what angle to argue to get his way since he’d had a lot of practice, and he was a cut-throat attorney.

I pushed out of his arms and looked up at him. “Alright, I get it. I don’t agree with how you went about it, but I understand your reasoning. I’m still so fucking mad at you.” My voice broke a little.

His lip tipped up. “I’ll have to work on helping you get over your anger then.”

I glared at him. “When this is all over, we’ll get the marriage annulled.”

His grin died a fast death, and his voice was quiet and final. “There won’t be an annulment.”

“What?” I expected him to agree immediately and then we’d discuss a possible time frame and parameters. I even had an outside hope that if Lionel got caught right away, I could be back at the mortuary in a week, maybe less.

“We’ll talk about it when I get you safely home. Not in a hospital bathroom with your friend asleep in the other room.”

“We need to talk–”

A knock sounded, and Sylvie spoke through the door. “Luna, are you okay in there?”

“No. I mean, yes. God, I don’t know. Physically, I’m okay.”

Sylvie opened the door and peered inside. I leaned heavily on the bathroom counter and raised my left hand. “It appears Roman and I got married last night.”

Chapter 19

Roman

Sylvie pushed the bathroom door open, and her head slowly swiveled toward me like a goddamn doll in a horror movie. “What the fuck did you do, Fowler?” Then she started yelling.

Sylvie’s temper was a sight, and I mentally wished Drakos good luck if he planned to take on this hellion. We also needed to be gone before Fennick Spade showed up. The man was a loose cannon. I realized as Sylvie continued to rail at me that when I married Luna, I’d also married into the Spade family. Holidays and special occasions were going to be interesting.

I let Sylvie vent for a moment, then pointed to Luna. She stood slumped against the bathroom sink with dark circles under her piercing green eyes. “You can rail at me all you want, but look at her. She needs me, and the Stracks won’t stop coming after her if they think she’s vulnerable. Use your brain instead of your temper.”

Sylvie glared at me with deep loathing. “We could have protected her, and if you think I’m bad, Fenn is going to go bat-shit crazy. You’re a snake, Roman Fowler, and Drakos even more so for dragging me away last night so you could marry her in a fuckinghospital room.”

“You and Fennick may rage at me, but you both know what she’s up against.”

“I’m not stupid–I get that you’re her best chance.” She walked up to me so we stood toe to toe. “But if you hurt her, I’ll come after you and I’m crazy enough not to give a shit about what you or your fucking firm would do in retaliation.”

This woman was a little crazy, but she also knew the score. I detested the Spade men being part of Luna’s life, and I hoped for everyone’s sake it was all strictly familial.

“Understood. I’m taking her home so she can recover in a safe place, and we can talk privately when she’s ready. I live in a gated community with guards, and my house has additional security.”

“She doesn’t need–”

I cut her off. “She puts you, Alexa, and Ezra in danger if she goes back to the mortuary.”

She ground her molars. “Goddamn it to fucking hell. Alright! But don’t try to keep her from us.”

Luna cleared her throat weakly. “Don’t talk about me when I’m standing right here, but I may not be standing for much longer. I need help getting back to the bed.”

I strode over to her and scooped her up in my arms, then nodded to Sylvie. “Grab her IV. She can rest a little while we get her checked out. I have an off-duty police officer outside guarding the door, but there are too many variables here I can’t control. She’s not safe.”

When Alexa walked into the hospital room an hour later, she stared at me with death in her eyes. Sylvie had texted her, giving her an earful about what I’d done last night.

I finally turned to her. “What? Sylvie had her say. You might as well get yours out now.”

“You’re on my shit list until further notice. You and your partners used every marriage license loophole there is.”

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