Page 24 of Viva Wed Vegas

“Okay, okay. This is all lovely, but we have a wedding to get ready for and now a huge crowd of people and press to fight through to get there. Let’s roll, people!” Alina calls, clapping her hands.

“Oh, shit a brick,” I mutter.

Ghost looks down at me, taking my hand in his. “You ain’t scared of a few people, are you, darlin’?” he taunts.

I give him my best death glare, even though I know he can see right through my bullshit. “I don’t like people,” I say through gritted teeth.

Ghost gives me a playful grin. “I’ve got you. You don’t have to say anything. I will do the talking,” he assures me before placing a soft kiss on my temple.

A swoon escapes me; a fucking swoon. This man has got turning into a savage animal one minute and a gooey cheesy mess the next down perfect. He leads us out of the building, and I have to blink rapidly as the flashes from cameras nearly blind me. People are shouting and asking questions, and I grip Ghost’s hand tighter as we get closer. He comes to a stop, and I can feel the entire club behind us acting as a wall of fucking solidarity.

I look over my shoulder, catching Maggie’s gaze. She gives me a small smile and a wink in reassurance. Fuck, I love these guys.

“Have the charges been dropped?” one reporter yells.

“Did the officer do that to you?” another shouts.

“Is it true you’ve been offered an underwear modelling contract off the back of this exposure?” another asks.

I press my body closer into Ghost’s, needing the feel of him at my side. I may be loud, and I may be strong and show no fear in most things in life, but this attention and scrutiny is making those fears spike.

“Yes, they dropped the charges, yes, the officers did this to me, and no, I think it’s fucking bullshit, but even if she had, she wouldn’t do it. Her beautiful body is for my eyes to see. Not all you fucking perverts,” Ghost snaps, causing a few chuckles of laughter to echo around us.

“Are you saying she can’t do what she likes without your permission?” a female reporter probes, trying to get a reaction out of Ghost.

“No, I’m—” Ghost starts, but the reporter cuts him off.

“It certainly appears that way with the way you are holding her to you,” she argues, pressing further.

That has my attention. I look for her and narrow my gaze when my eyes land on her. I push away from Ghost, barely registering the quiet words of warning to stop from Ghost. As I stand in front of her, I ignore the attention of all the cameras pointing my way.

“Let me make this very clear. That man ismyman,” I growl in a slow warning. “He does not control me any more than I control him. I do what I want when I fucking want. Believe me, I do not make his life easy,” I state. I look over my shoulder at him, only to see love and adoration pouring from his gaze. I give him a small smile before returning my attention back to the reporters. “We were fucking in the limo. He was rocking my world, and I was blowing his,” I state. People laugh, and I hear Maggie mock gag in the background. “The rest of what happened you already know. Now, if you could all fuck off and leave us alone, as we are getting married in a few hours and I desperately need a shower,” I say bluntly.

Ghost moves and grabs my hand to lead me through the crowd. Girls are screaming at Ghost, flashing their tits and jumping up and down. I glare at them, baring my teeth, ready to rip them apart limb by limb.

Ghost yanks on my hand, forcing me to look up at him. He leans down and gives me a swift kiss. “I’m yours, remember,” he reminds me.

My smile widens, and I push my shoulders back.Yes, he fucking is!“Fuck you bitches, he’s mine!” I yell as Ghost bundles me into the back of the limo.

CHAPTERTEN

MAGGIE

I standin front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. The navy fall-length dress with a thigh-high split clings to my curves. I fidget, trying to pull it away from hugging my body. I let out a huff. Turning to the side, I take in my body, specifically at the curve of my stomach.

“Shit,” I sigh. Tears prickle my eyes. I tilt my head back and look up at the ceiling, fighting back the emotions that threaten to break free.

“Oh my god, Maggie. You look freaking stunning,” Josie compliments as she walks in.

I look at her and give her a tight grin. “Thanks,” I mutter.

Her gaze narrows. “What is it?” she asks.

I give in, feeling the overwhelming need to offload become too much to bare. I walk to the bedroom door and quietly close it. “I think I’m pregnant,” I whisper.

“Oh my fucking God!!” Josie screams loudly and excitedly.

“Shhh! Shut the fuck up, will you?” I hiss.

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