Page 35 of The Stallion
This way, when morning came and I needed to find her to seal the deal officially, I’d know exactly where to go. I just didn’t anticipate having to drive all the way to fucking Phoenix.
The MUR rules required us to live together like a typical couple, so simply marrying her on paper wasn’t going to be enough. Not to mention that she would need to complete a test similar to mine to solidify our marriage and her status within our secret society.
Because the members’ wives would know precisely what the MUR was and what we did, they needed to prove themselves loyal and trustworthy to uphold the organization’s secrets. By spilling blood and completing their test—as required by all members—they were pledging their lives to the brotherhood as well as their husbands.
I observed Bria closely as she ran toward her friend. I knew it was an asshole move to pull—the marriage. But I wanted her as mine, and this was the only way I knew how to do it, given the limited time I had left.
I held the status and the title, and now I finally had the woman who could allow me to keep everything. All that was left was to get Bria through her single initiation test, and we were set for life.
She’ll probably hate me for a while, but I’ll change her overall attitude one way or another. I’ve got nothing but time with her by my side.
Bria rolled her shoulders as she approached the woman who had caught her attention, a gesture indicating that she was preparing herself for whatever was about to happen next.
I wondered if she would tell her friend what we had done—that she was now married, and I was here to take her home.
I wasn’t leaving Phoenix without my wife, even if that meant that I would have to tie her up and restrain her in the back seat of my car.
I’d do it without hesitation—she’d probably enjoy it, too.
As of last night, Bria was all mine—signed, sealed, and soon to be delivered.
There was no way in hell that she’d tell me no. Not to my face. Not when I knew that she wanted me.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I watched the two of them from where I stood; I could easily see their expressions and read their body language.
Bria’s friend looked somewhat distraught as she gestured to the space around her and then to her phone as if whatever they were discussing was a problem—and not a small one.
Hopefully, that problem wouldn’t be me.
I wish I could have been standing beside her right now, hearing this conversation firsthand. The woman’s exaggerated movements had me invested in whatever they were discussing.
Bria brought her hand up to cover her mouth in shock, and the longer she stood there, the paler her face turned.
After about fifteen minutes of them going back and forth, gesturing to their phones and nearly tearing their hair out, Bria hugged her friend tightly before leaving her behind and stalking back across the track to where she had left me to wait.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as she approached, knowing full well that it was none of my business to begin with. But I could see that she was visibly shaken and affected by whatever had been said.
“Nothing. I’ll do it. I’ll play the part. Just get me the hell out of here, right now. My suitcase is in Ash’s car; I can grab it on the way to yours.” Her voice was shaky and soft, barely above a whisper. And I could swear I detected a hint of anger and annoyance laced within her tone.
Bria stepped past me to pick up her speaker and towel from the grass, not even sparing a second to glance in my direction.
I chewed my cheek as I watched her intently before throwing caution to the wind, wrapping my arm around her waist, and pulling her into me.
This may have been a marriage of convenience—a way to keep my leadership position within Red Magic and the MUR—but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t care about her while we were together.
I wanted to know what was running through that troubled mind of hers. She was agreeing to come with me and make the marriage real, yet she was acting as though I hadn’t given her a choice—that I had forced her hand instead.
“Why don’t you just stop for a minute and tell—”
“No. You don’t get to ask me what’s on my mind, Dallas. You tried to marry me while I was drunk; you followed me to Phoenix to collect me as if I were some lost bitch. You don’t get shit from me right now.” Bria snarled as she glared menacingly at me before shaking out of my grasp and storming toward the field’s exit.
That was not the reaction I was expecting.
And here I thought she was upset, but evidently, she was more along the lines of pissed off than anything else.Interesting…
I scratched the back of my head before sliding my hands into my pockets, following her out of the stadium and into the parking lot.
I had parked my matte black McLaren 750S Spider with glossy cherry-red accents right outside the gate, thinking this would be a quick in-and-out job.
