Page 19 of Tarnished Vow

“Just slide to me, Maddy.” Noah tapped his side as if calling a dog.

Madeline looked at us. “Boys, I will climb over this table, ruining my dress before participating in this.” She gestured between us. “Noah is my fiancé, Vince. Respect that. Noah, Vince is my best friend. Understand the positions you both have?”

Noah nodded. “I know babe, I’m between your legs and he is…” he clicked his fingers at me. “The guy you tell all about it to. Might even learn some tricks, right Crow?”

Well, this is a first. I’d never killed someone over a sentence before.

“Exactly,” Madeline stood up.

Exactly.

Since when was our friendship worthless gossip? Why the fuck would I want to hear anything about him, let alone about his dick?

Looking at her, ready to remind her of that. But the sadness in her eyes hurt me, physically. Like she was stabbing me. Standing up, and out of her way before she climbed over me.

It took all my self-control to not grab her hand or pull her back to me. Gripping the edge of the booth tighter.

“Get some sleep, will you? Exhaustion doesn’t suit you.” She forced a smile before walking straight to his side.

Seeing his hand on her ass as they walked out. It made me want to cut my own eyes out.

CHAPTER 11

Vince

I hated clubs. I hated the people. And now, without Madeline, it was impossible to suffer through. Especially when she was here, but not with me.

After ruining his connections with his suppliers. I had planned on stopping. But the chances of me not wiping out his family's operations fully, was growing slimmer and slimmer.

He wouldn’t keep his hands off her.

“Again, I think we should call it a night.” Rome stood next to me at the glass window, following my eyes. “Come on, let's go.”

I shoved his hand off me. “No.”

“So, you’d rather just torture yourself and watch them all night?”

I finished my drink without answering him. At this rate it would be months before I’m justifying wiping their family out to Damius. I’d just have to do it before the wedding, so she didn’t get hurt.

“That’s it, I’m calling Nik.” Rome walked off. Leaving me alone in the office. The music was instantly more obnoxious when he opened the door for a moment.

Watching as she got up for the first time, leaving him. Now is my chance. Finally. Placing the empty glass down.

Taking the side door. People. So many fucking people. And all of them were in my way as I made it downstairs.

My fear of missing her disappeared when I saw her standing in the hall with her eyes closed.

She’s upset. That fucker has upset her.

“What happened?”

Opening her eyes, as if shocked to see me. Well, to be fair, I watched her all night through double tinted glass.

“Vince, what are you doing here?”

Placing my hand on her side. Three weeks. Three of the longest fucking weeks of my life. Each day, a reminder of my future.

“What did he do?”

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