Page 97 of Letters to the Lost

“Are you ready Princess?” Zander asks me, the sound of the limousine doors opening draws me back from my thoughts to him.

Sweeping my eyes over his broad frame, I take in his appearance with appreciation that this man wants me. That all of them do is still a shock to my system sometimes.

Zander's usual ruggedness has been hidden away behind his grey suit and now neatly trimmed beard; his mahogany brown hair now sits in a neat man bun rather than the messy one he usually wears it in.

Atlas appears at the door, opening it with a bow. His midnight black hair is styled smartly but messy, and his bright green eyes shine in the light with happiness as he looks at us all.

“I’m ready,” I say to them both.

Taking a deep breath for courage, I reach my hand out for Atlas’s, his large hand enveloping mine as he helps me make my way out of the limo without falling.

Bending over so I don’t hit my head, Dominic’s whistle of appreciation sounds from behind me.

“That is one of my favorite views,” he groans, “I swear one of these days I’m going to bite it.”

“Careful Pet. I bite back,” I warn him but fail to keep the lust from my voice.

“Please, please,pleasedo. I want a mark,” Dominic begs, “I’ll buy you anything you want if you give me it.”

“Maybe later,” I wink at him as I get out of the car.

“Come on Pumpkin, before you give all your men a problem you can’t sort in public,” Atlas whispers in my ear, his lips pressing against my forehead.

“I don’t know what you could possibly mean.” I bat my eyelashes at him, faking innocence as much as I can.

“Mmhmm, sure you don’t. Let’s get you inside before I find a private room to spank your ass red,” Zander growls.

“Let’s go,” I squeak, dragging a laughing Atlas with me inside while the others follow.

“Remember! We need lots of photos,” Dominic raises his voice to be heard from behind us.

“I know. We have our phones fully charged for that exact reason; we need to remember tonight,” Tobias says, his eyes scanning over everything as we walk into the main doors.

A few people are standing around, and others are still arriving like us but that doesn’t stop everyone from staring at us.

Tobias moves closer to me, his arm pressing against mine.

He looks like my very own secret service agent in his black suit that hugs his muscles in all the right ways, his hair faded at the sides and the top styled back.

“Thank you, Spider-Man,” I murmur, smiling up at him.

My breath nearly stalls in my chest at how beautiful his smile is, the fallen angel tattoo that decorates his back a perfect representation of him. He thinks he is broken, and unworthy of love thanks to his dad but he has been my savior along with the others even when he understands my demons a bit more than they do.

“I’ve always got you Babygirl,” He promises.

His pinky finger brushes against mine before he interlocks them together as we walk side by side.

I don’t answer though.

I can’t.

Not while Jane and Charlie are still out there. They all promise they’ll protect me, but I think they underestimate the threats against me, the lengths they will go to, to see me hurt.

My feet stop abruptly as we enter the massive hall for the dance. People dressed in white tuxedos walk around the room, trays of what looks like fancy finger food that no one will eat balanced in their hands.

The room is draped in white tulle flowing down from the ceiling with warm yellow fairy lights. Fake ivy trails around the pillars making the whole room feel like a woodland wedding.

“It’s so beautiful,” I whisper, my voice filled with awe as I continue to stare at the room with wide eyes.

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