Page 23 of Viva Wed Vegas

“They blurred it,” Nova adds. “The original posters made sure to blur to keep your body covered. They have also threatened anyone else who has recorded it or taken photos to delete them or find themselves in a lawsuit,” Nova says as she scrolls on her phone.

“Damn, who is this SavSis3?” I mutter to myself.

“Right, I think I’ve been patient enough for Jared to do his thing. Now I’m going to continue doing mine. We will get you to the church on time!” Alina sings as she marches back to the help desk, demanding they let her back in to see her client.

“We aren’t getting married in a church!” I yell after her.

“Little Vegas chapel then!” she adds, yelling over her shoulder.

I snort out a laugh before holding out my hand. “Someone give me their phone. I need to see my baby,” I demand.

Belle hands me her phone, and I FaceTime Queenie. She answers on the second ring. “Ah! My beautiful bride, you are free. The wedding can continue!’ Queenie cheers happily.

“Not quite. They still have Ghost,” I state. “I’m calling to see how my boy is.”

She starts walking. “Well, they need to let him out now. Do you know you are on the morning news? I was sat having my coffee, and I nearly choked. I was coughing for ages. I’m telling you I’ve never choked like that, and I’ve had some very large men.” Queenie winks.

“MOM! For fuck’s sake!” Cash bellows from behind me.

Queenie throws her head back and laughs loudly. “I saw you, son. He’s so easy. Takes the bait every time,” she snorts. “Hey, beautiful boy, look who it is.” Queenie coos at Enzo. She squints, looking for where to switch the camera. “Oh, how do I switch this fucking thing?” she mutters.

“FFFFFuckin!” Enzo cheers.

“Shit, sorry,” she winces. “Let me just turn the phone around.” She turns the phone around, but all I can see is the opposite wall.

“Queenie, angle it at Enzo,” I say with a chuckle in my voice. She moves the camera closer to Enzo, and all I can see is his forehead. “Jesus Christ, take a step back,” I instruct. She steps back, and Enzo’s face comes into view. “Hey, my beautiful boy,” I say with a smile.

“Mama.” He grins, and my heart swells at his beautiful face.

Queenie turns the phone back to her, smiling. “Right, I’ve got to go. It’s like an episode of the Muppet Babies in here. I turn my back for five minutes, and one of them is either trying to climb or organise a rebellion,” she breathes.

“But all the kids are okay?” Belle asks, concern in her eyes.

“Yes, yes. All fine.” Queenie grins before her eyes go wide. “Gotta go, we have an escapee! Samual, we’ve got a breach!” she says before disconnecting.

“I bet that was River,” Belle groans, shaking her head.

I smirk. “They all encourage one another. Just wait until they are in high school.”

“Oh hell, Hawk is going to kill any boy that goes near Maisy,” Josie states.

I smile at the thought. The bond our children will have will be stronger than most families; for that I am certain. If one gets into trouble, the others will be there to help and protect them. Even if deep down I know Enzo will be the one leading the trouble.

I look out the window to see at least four camera crews out there. My stomach drops at the thought of having to speak to them. That’s being put under a whole new type of scrutiny I never want. I sit and watch the clock tick by. An hour passes, then two, then three, and then finally, just as it’s about to hit eleven am, the door opens.

I jump to my feet when I see Alina walk out with a large smile on her face, followed by Jared and Ghost. His face is bruised, and a large bandage is on his face where he was cut. Anger boils within me seeing what they did. My feet move quickly, and I run past Ghost. His eyes follow my movements as I lunge for the officer behind him. He was one of the ones that was there. I land on him with a thud, and as both of us fall to the floor, his eyes are wide as I straddle him.

“You motherfucking pig!” I hiss. I swing my fist back, but I’m dragged off him by a strong pair of arms. Ghost pins his arms around me, holding me close with my back to his front. “Not now, darlin’. Later,” he whispers against my ear. “Right now, I need to put a ring on your finger and my dick in your pussy.”

A shudder travels through me at his words. He loosens his hold on me as I turn in his arms, and I lock my hands behind his neck. “You’ve always been so romantic,” I tease.

He grins. “Only for you. Now, let’s get the fuck out of here before you’re put behind bars again.”

“Me? You started it,” I argue.

“I believe you started it by riding my dick in the limo,” he counters.

“I don’t remember hearing you complain,” I snap back.

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