Page 133 of Kissing the Villain

I glanced over at them, still leaning on the arm of Marcello’s wheelchair. “Are you guys betting on who I’m going to marry? This is ridiculous.”

“We bet on everything,” Finn said. “We even bet on Marcello’s chances of getting you back to Devil’s Creek.”

“Who won that bet?”

Bastian and Damian raised their hands.

“I said you’d at least kick him in the balls before he got you on the plane,” Sonny said. “You disappointed me, Little Wellington.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I was planning to use my Taser on him.”

“Yeah, but you had to use it for me to win,” Sonny pointed out.

“Whatever. I would have run if Marcello hadn’t lied and said my grandfather was in danger. And Pops corroborated his bullshit story.”

“Please,” Marcello groaned. “You wouldn’t have gotten far before I dragged your ass back here.”

“Wellington is one slick old man.” Sonny rubbed his hands together and smirked. “He knows how to get shit done.”

“You guys are morons with too much time on your hands,” I countered. “And for the record, I’m not fucking Marcello by the end of lunch.”

“How about after lunch?” Drake joked.

“I got ten on that,” Finn said between bites of his burger.

“All of you are pigs,” I muttered. “Stop taking bets on me.”

“Look,” Sonny said with a cheeky smile. “I’d gladly let you shoot me if it means getting spoon-fed and bathed by your fine ass.”

“I second that,” Cole added with a wink. “Make it a flesh wound, okay?”

“Pussy,” Sonny said with laughter in his tone. “Fucking flesh wound? Take it like a man, Marshall.”

The rest of the guys echoed their agreement.

“No one is shooting anyone.” I shook my head and laughed. “Don’t get yourselves shot hoping I’ll be your nurse.”

“Sonny’s jealous about the lingerie you wear for me when you’re changing my bandages,” Marcello said with an evil smirk.

“That was one time. I was trying to cheer you up because you were such a grouch.”

He smiled. “It worked. There wasn’t a single part of my body that wasn’t happy to see you.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re so bad, Marcello.”

He licked his lips. “Nah, not as bad as our queen.”

“Do they know aboutthatnight?”

The night I begged you to make me come…

Marcello nodded. “We don’t have secrets.”

I covered my face with my hand and sighed. “Is nothing sacred in this town?”

“Nope.” Sonny slid his arm behind my back and pulled me closer to him. “You’d better get used to us in your business. We know everything about you.”

“So I guess my grandfather’s announcement wasn’t all that shocking to you guys.”

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