CHAPTER 6
She runs straight to the bathroom after we get to the end of the aisle, and I take the opportunity to spit the pill-shaped object into my hand. I shove it into my pocket for safe keeping. I will have to investigate it later.
As I’m shoving my hand into my pocket, wedding guests start coming over to pat me on the shoulder and congratulate me. My father comes by to shake my hand and eyes Briar’s father. He’s not doing shit to him tonight, not with my River so close. I am the only one that’s going to cause her to scream tonight, and it won’t be about a dead body.
I give him a quick nod of my head so he can see my clear denial of any ideas he may have. He nods back as I turn to see my beautiful bride walking back to me. She has her hands in front of her body, which doesn’t do anything but push her tits farther out of her dress. She picked black, which shouldn’t surprise me but did, nonetheless. She looks hot as sin in it though, so I’m not mad that she chose such a dreary color. The rhinestones all over the bottom of it reflect the light and turns her into a beacon of light so I can find her anywhere.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Go where?”
She looks up at me with her big blue eyes and it makes me reconsider not bending her over the pew in front of us and pounding into her tight pussy right here. But then I’d have to kill every motherfucker here for looking at what’s mine, and I already told myself that she wouldn’t be screaming about death today.
“To the reception. It’s at my father’s place.”
“Oh, okay.”
She looks back down and I take the opportunity to grab her hand and pull her out to my car. I look at my Audi R8 and question why I chose to drive it instead of my truck today.
She looks up, and her face transforms into excitement.
“Oh my god!” she cries. “Can I drive?”
I burst out laughing. A laugh that makes me buckle over and hold my stomach because it’s so hard.
“You’re kidding, right?”
She stares at me…clearly, she was not kidding.
“Okay, not right now, River.”
She keeps staring at me so I grab her hand and pull her to the passenger side. Why am I pulling her everywhere we have to go?
I open the door and wait for her to get in. She looks at the seat, then to me, then back to the seat, and then back to me.
“No.”
“Excuse me?” I chuckle.
“There’s no way in hell that I’m going to fit in that little ass car with all this dress.”
I ponder this for a minute and then think of the perfect solution.
“Do you trust me?” I ask.
“Nope,” she says with a pop.
This woman and her popping p’s.
“Okay, well, be a good girl and close your eyes for me.”
And to my surprise, she does. I take the opportunity to get on my knees before her. This is the first time I have been on my knees for someone, and it came so easily. I didn’t even second-guess it. That has to mean something, right?
I lift just the bottom of her dress and touch her ankles so she knows I’m there. Just that little touch has her jumping, her breath hitching, and goose bumps to rise. Mmm, my girl is so responsive to the littlest touch, but that’s not what I’m doing right now.
I remove one of my hands and trail the other one farther up her leg. With the hand that I removed, I reach into my pocket and pull out my pocket knife. I grab a handful of skirt from underneath and slice across the top. She gasps and steps back.
“What the fuck, Ezra? This is my wedding dress.”
“It’s still a dress, but now it’ll be easier for you to get into the car. It’s not like it would have made it through the night anyway.” I make sure to wink at the end of that sentence so she can prepare for the festivities that will be following later. I stand up and continue cutting at the dress since I’ve already started.
“Why are there so many fucking layers?”
“So it poofs out? I’m already poofy, so this helps hide it.”
Did she just call herself poofy?
“You’re not fucking poofy, you’re beautiful. I won’t have you talking shit about yourself when it’s not true. Now get in the fucking car.”
She screws up her face and says, “Get in the fucking car” in a mocking tone back at me.
My girl wants to be a little sassy, does she?
“Want to be sassy? Sassy girls get spanked.”
She stops and stares ahead. That’s what I thought.
We get through dinner and then it’s time for our first dance. We only need to make it through a few more of these before I take her back to my place.
“You ready for our first dance?”
She nods her head yes, and I walk with her out to the makeshift dance floor. I pull her close and nod to one of my father’s employees. This may be an expensive wedding, but we’re also a Mafia family. There’s no way we’re letting some random DJ play a playlist that I can throw on my phone.
All of a sudden “I Did Something Bad” by Taylor Swift starts playing through the speakers. I may have changed my mind about the first dance song after she slipped a plastic-wrapped substance into my mouth. I haven’t figured out exactly what it is yet, but either way, my girl has been anything but holy. It may be some foreshadowing about what the bedroom activities will be later too.
“My girl did something bad, didn’t you, River?” I lean down and whisper into her ear.
She looks up at me with big doe eyes, and she knows she’s been caught.
“I don’t know what you slipped me, but I will find out. Walk into the bathroom and take your panties off. Then come back and put them in my pocket.”
“Wha—”
I tsk at her. “Oh baby, don’t make this a big deal. Do as I say, and you will be rewarded. If you don’t, I’ll punish you right here for everyone to see.”
She audibly gulps and pulls away. I can tell she’s contemplating her options as the song comes to an end. I raise an eyebrow, and she turns around and scurries to the bathroom.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. I really like the word fuck. It just always seems to fit what’s going on. Well, I’m freaking the fuck out and I don’t know what the fuck I’ve done and am I fucking hyperventilating and…
“Breathe,” I tell myself.
I take a deep breath and grip the edge of the sink. I stare down for a moment before looking up into the mirror. My lipstick is patchy, probably from eating, and my once beautiful waves in my hair are looking flat and frizzy. I need to send a prayer that he swallowed the package I tongue-passed him, and he just happens to know that he swallowed something. He should start dying here shortly, I think? How long does rat poison take to kill a human? It’s a little too late for semantics now, I just have to hope that I can survive his intensity in that time. I just have to take off my panties? And put them in his pocket?
I hike my now-mini skirt up and pull down my panties. I pull them off each ankle and bundle them in a ball in my fist. I smooth my skirt and strut back out of the bathroom and up to Ezra. I stop in front of him and stomp my foot.
“Yes?” he purrs while looking down at me. I’m so glad this makes him happy.
I give him a close-mouthed smile and shove my hand into his pocket.
“Whoa,” he announces and throws his hands up. “Little anticipatory, are we?”
If I could shoot bullets with my eyes, he’d be dead.
“Can we go home now?”
“Mmmm, no, I think I’m okay,” he says. “You’re more than welcome to go sit if you’d like?”
Fuck. Him.