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“I suggest that you think about the consequences of laying a hand on my woman. As you said, today is about the bride and groom, so why don’t we take a seat and get this shit show on the move?” His voice is low and commanding, causing my panties to grow damp.

I have always seen Jack as one of the quiet and more reserved members of the club, but I am very much liking this side that I am witnessing.

“You will regret this,” my sister snaps before walking to the end of the aisle and taking her seat.

Jack nods to the other side, and we step down to take our seats. I can hear whispers about me and my hot date. People are trying to work out if I paid him to be here with me, or if he knocked me up and is forced to stay with me.

“So fucking proud of you, baby.” He kisses my neck, pulling a moan from me when his tongue licks at my pulse point.

I hear a gasp behind me.

Looking over my shoulder, I see one of my aunts and cousins glaring at me.

“You should be ashamed of yourself, acting in this manner at your cousin’s wedding.” She scowls at me.

“Are you sure it should be Lilith who should carry the shame in this room?” Jack speaks up. My hand rests on his thigh as he continues, “Maybe you should look at the bride and groom, who were fucking each other while the groom was planning on marrying Lilith. Or the fact that Lilith’s own cousin was fucking her man. Or, maybe, just maybe, you should all look in the fucking mirror and be ashamed of yourselves to defend such shitty actions.”

With that he turns to look at me, giving me a wink.

I smile at him, before leaning in and pressing my lips to his.

“Thank you,” I say against his lips.

I can see myself falling deeply for this man and his son. Hell, I think I already have. My feelings for Jack have always been there, simmering below the surface, but my life was planned out for me, so, like a good daughter, I let things get set as planned, until that dreadful day.

Hairs on the back of my neck stand up and an uneasy feeling swirls in my stomach. Looking up I see Christopher looking at me from his place at the front, with his sleezy friends next to him.

He smirks, making my skin crawl.

“You okay, baby?” Jack asks in a low tone, not gaining attention.

I look to him and nod, forcing a smile, then look back to my ex, who is now glaring a hateful stare at Jack. I swallow hard, pushing down the bile that is fighting to make an appearance. I hate to think what Christopher will do to Jack or the club, just to be spiteful and show his power.

My mother rushes in, sitting in the end seat, not acknowledging me, but my father gives me a small smile and a head dip. I smile at him, but say nothing as a cheesy song plays, indicating Vanessa’s arrival. Thankfully, it pulls Christopher’s attention from me to his soon-to-be wife.

The wedding passes in a blur, and I cannot wait for it to be over with so we can get out of here and back to our hotel room that Jack booked for the night.

Thoughts fly around my head, about how lucky I am that I got away from this man. How I dodged a bullet, catching them together.

Jack touches my face, pulling me from my thoughts. I blink, focusing on his frowning face.

“You are too handsome to be frowning, Jack Masters,” I blurt out.

“And you are too fucking beautiful to be with the likes of me, Red, baby. But I am a selfish man, and I am not letting you go.” He kisses me gently, as everyone follows behind the newly married couple.

“That is quite enough, Lilith. Stop acting like an attention brat and follow us for family photos.” My mother’s voice is like an ice-cold bucket of water poured all over me.

“That is enough, Patty.” My father steps in, dragging her away.

Jack growls, and looking in his eyes, I can see the anger fighting to break free. I shake my head at him, letting him know it is not worth it.

“You do not have to put up with that bullshit, baby.”

“I know, Jack.” I sigh.

We follow behind my family, my hand tightly encased in Jack’s. We stand and pose for photos, and I force my smile, because, if I don’t, it would be yet another thing my family willbitch to me about. I am tired of defending myself against them and letting them walk all over me.

I look around and take note that none of my family is paying me any attention, all except Jack, who is leaning against a tree, looking like a wet dream. He smirks at me, licking his lips, and I know what he is thinking about, because I am thinking the same thing.

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