Page 28 of The #2 Guy

I remove the gag from his mouth. “I knew they were mob.”

“For life,” Chloe and Romina fist bump.

My throat is thick with tears. “Jack. I can’t believe it.”

“I’m going to kill them all. Fuck jail.” He fights his restraints.

“No, Jack. They’re my family now. Your’s, too.”

His eyes bulge. “Never.”

I sigh. “I want this, Jack. Want John. Forever.”

“Oh fuck, no.”

“You aren’t going to protest when it’s time to say my vows are you?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll gag him again,” Chloe singsongs.

“Don’t push these people, Jack. But I’m so glad you’re here. Come, I’ll get you some water and food.”

Chloe puts the guards to work. String lights are hung from the rafters. Dozens of wildflowers and roses are brought in and put on the mantle and tables. Someone makes a fire.

“Come on! We don’t have much time!” I swallow thickly as Devon and Romina usher me into the bedroom and carefully help me into the gown, gingerly moving my arm. The doctor Rog had sent put a cast on my arm for my wrist. They fuss over me, curling my hair and applying make-up. A knock on the door interrupts them.

It’s him. My eyes widen. Heart pounds. Lips part.

“Fuck no. You eye fucking my man now, too?” Romina growls.

“Easy there, love. I kind of have that effect on women. It’s my Romeo Roque status.”

I roll my eyes. “You aren’t as hot as John.”

He shrugs. “Snitches aren’t my type.” He straightens his cufflinks coming in. He walks over to me, pulling out a scrap of lace from his pocket and wraps it around my cast.

“What’s this?”

“Something old.”

“God, I’m such a bitch. And you’re being so nice to me. You could have had me killed…”

He shrugs. “I love Johnny. Afterall he’s my number 2.”

“He’s my number one,” I whisper, trying not to cry.

“I’d have Jack escort you out but he’s kind of being a bit of a bitch. Allow me?”

I swallow hard. “Thank you. It’s not everyday a girl gets walked down the aisle by the Savage Poet.”

“You ready?”

I nod. “But will it be legal? I mean everyone thinks I’m dead.”

“I handled it. Forging paperwork is what I used to do. Rog is a Justice of the Peace…,” Romina smiles.

I smirk. “I did watch the movie. Twice.”

“It’s all good. We have a few federal judges whose wives are major fans. I hinted there would be another book and movie featuring you. We got the license and your legal documents back online You’re no longer presumed dead.”

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