Page 19 of Pirate's Plunder

“You’re insane.” He smiles and pulls the tweezers from my grip.

“I’m thorough. A woman of your status would never just elope. So, when we walk out of the courthouse tomorrow, married, no one will question our undying love for one another, since we just couldn’t bear to wait for the spring wedding our families had planned. You being pregnant and all.” My eyes bulge out.

“No one will believe that.” He snorts and sits on the edge of the bed, taking my feet into his lap, and I’m so lost in his craziness that I don’t even fight him.

“Everyone believes what they see online, and baby, we’re trending.” He shows me his phone and the popular social media headline under a picture of us in what looks like an intimate, loving embrace.

I recognize the couch from the party last night. All that I can dismiss, but the words in the caption are what seals my fucking fate to this asshole, and from the look on his smug face he knows it.

“New Badboy Beau for Genesis Torreli after leaving Councilman De Luca at the altar.”

Chapter Eleven

Pirate

“You’re trying to get me killed. Do you know what Nicolas De Luca’s people will do when they see this?” She shoves my phone out of her face, and I shrug, returning it to my back pocket.

“Start a war, hopefully. Otherwise, I didn’t do my job right.” I smile and sit back in my chair, wishing I had a good scotch and cigar to celebrate the victory I see in the plastered on her devastated face.

She’s trapped and she knows it.

“I took the liberty of buying our rings. I do hope you like them.” She frowns but can’t help the instinct to look around for the mentioned items.

“Side table drawer.” I point to my side of the bed, and she huffs as she pulls it open with more than enough force to rock the furniture slightly.

She grabs the velvet black bag instead of the box, and I grin.

This should be good.

“Why is it so heavy, AH!” She jumps back as the stainless steel butt plug with a jeweled end drops to the floor at her feet.

“Whoops, wrong one, Preciosa. That’s for the honeymoon. Try the box.” She bends over, picks up the sex toy, and hurls it at my head.

I don’t flinch, letting it sail right past my head and lodge itself into the wall. I purse my lips at the horrible dry wall job, but thank Christ that my soon-to-be wife’s aim is horrible.

“Well, you won’t be playing for the Yankees any time soon.” I turn back to see her holding the ring box open with a dumbfounded look on her face.

“Is this a cruel joke?” A tear falls from her cheek, and I’m on my feet in an instant.

“What’s wrong?” The words feel foreign on my tongue and my mind spins to why I even fucking care that she’s so upset.

But I do care, and that is something I need to sit and think on when I’m alone.

“Where did you get this set?” she screams in my face.

“Fuck if I know. Knight picked them out. What the hell is your fucking problem? Why do you care where they came from?” I narrow my eyes at her as she sniffles and snaps the lid on the box closed before shoving the jewelry box into my chest, making me take a step back from the force.

“Those are my mother’s rings, or at least a replica of them, and don’t act like you had no clue.” I shake my head, and the first words out of my mouth are the goddamn truth.

“I don’t even know who the fuck your mother is. You really aren’t that special. Just a means to an end. The sooner you figure that out, the better.” My door opens, and Knight walks in holding a tray full of food.

“Eat something. I’ll be back later.” I walk into the hall and wait for Knight to follow.

“You can’t just lock me in here!” she screams, and my headache from wearing my eyepatch intensifies.

“Watch me.” I slam the door and lock it while she wails behind the steel frame.

“Wow,” Knight says, and I nod, rubbing my temples.

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