Page 151 of Villainous Kingpin
“Send Angelo to my home and he’s a dead man.”
I turned on my heel and stalked out. Or risked murdering the man on the spot.
CHAPTER62
Wynter
Bas really thought of everything.
From the massage, bath with scented oils, facial, manicure, and pedicure, as well as makeup and hair team. The only thing I didn’t have was my friends. He didn’t trust them nor me.
Dante picked both Emory and myself up from the penthouse and drove with me to the Cathedral in the back of a luxury Rolls Royce. They were my security, or more accurately my guards. Bas didn’t trust anyone but his family. Once we pulled up to the front of St. Patrick’s Cathedral, a swarm of men wearing black suits filled the entrance.
I spotted Davina, Juliette, and Ivy and my hand gripped the handle. “Stop here,” I told the driver. “They made it.”
Davina assured me nothing would stop them from coming, but I still worried. After all, she just had a baby.
Dante shook his head. “We’ll pull up at the side and you can wait inside until the ceremony starts.”
I flashed an annoyed glance his way. He resembled Bas a lot, with his dark hair and dark eyes. He was built similar to Bas, but there was something different about Dante. While Bas and Priest had something unhinged and crazy about them, I couldn’t quite get a read on Dante.
My eyes shifted to Emory. She looked pretty in a soft pink dress. She was to be my bridesmaid along with Ivy, Juliette, and Davina. Honestly, the whole thing felt like a circus. A fancy circus.
Once the car came to a stop, Dante and Emory helped me out.
The train on my dress was too fucking long and Emory quickly picked it up so it wouldn’t drag on the ground. Such a tentative criminal, I thought to myself and a hysterical laugh bubbled up my throat, but I quickly swallowed it down.
Dante eyed the surroundings, his hand under his jacket on the gun, ready to shoot anyone who dared approach us.
Like I said, a fucking circus.
“This is bullshit,” I murmured, as several paparazzi spotted us and rushed our way, already snapping pictures. “It’s too long to walk in with these heels.”
Dante chuckled, offering me his arm to help me walk in my high heels. Put me on ice and I’d stay steady. Put me in heels, and I was bound to fall.
Once inside, my heels clacked against the marble floor. Once we took a few turns, Dante stopped and opened the door to the rectory for me. The faint organ sounds played in the distance and Dante extended his hand, telling me to step inside.
My gaze flicked to Emory, then to Dante.
Emory shot me a comforting smile. “It will be over soon,” she murmured.
“Can’t wait,” I grumbled as I walked in, then realized I was being kind of bitchy towards her. “Umm, thanks for-” My words failed me. She helped Bas kidnap me, but she also went out of her way to make me comfortable. “I guess for everything,” I muttered.
“No problem,” she replied, smiling widely. “I know you and Bas will be happy together.” A heartbeat of silence. “He’s tough on the outside, but he’s a big softy on the inside.”
A soft inhale of air. I would have described him exactly the same before the incident with his father.
When I remained silent, she continued, “For as long as I remember, he has been protecting me from our father at his own expense. It’s about time he found his happiness. Even if he stole it.”
Every cell in my body filled with hope. That dangerous hope that could lift you high.
“Thanks, Emory.”
She tilted her head, then shut the door. I almost expected to hear the click of the lock but there was nothing.
I was left in an unlocked room. Maybe it was a test? I stood in the middle of the room, unsure what to do until the ceremony started. It was then that I caught the reflection of myself in the mirror.
My blonde curls were pinned up in a bun with pearls weaved through it. The dress was stunning. The pearls and the silver embroidered in the dress shimmered, catching light each time I moved. It hugged my body and came down the long train. It made me feel like a princess and I had nobody to share it with.
