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Before we exit with Travis, Parker, Zayne, and Killian trailing behind me, I turn.
“Take any action whatsoever against me or Kyra—or any of these men – I will expose the truth. All of it.” I growl darkly, glancing from Derek to Pierce.
Derek’s face goes white, and my lips stretch into a dark smile.
I thought so. The piece of shit.
My father, still nursing his injured foot, glares at me in the controlled way he did when I was a child.
This isn’t over. I know that.
But now is not the time.
I glance down at Kyra, rip off her veil, and then turn to Killian, holding out my hand. He hands me the knife.
“Maddox! What are you—”
I cut the skirt she’s wearing above the knee. I don’t want to see her in the dress she was about to marry my father in.
“Let’s go, sweetheart.” I say, scooping her up into my arms, then just before I step through the door, I turn. “Kyra was never yours.” My voice booms through the chapel. “She is the one thing I won’t let you take from me.”
“We’ll see,” Pierce replies. “We’ll see.”
Parker pulls the doors closed and we jog down the steps to the waiting limousine.
“See, we needed a knife,” Killian says.
“Fuck you. Your club membership is revoked.” Travis gives him the bird.
“Bullshit. All the ladies would complain.” He grabs his crotch, and I shake my head.
“Ignore them.” I cup Kyra’s face as she snuggles into my lap.
“You came for me,” she whispers into my ear.
“Always.” I kiss her forehead and stare out the window, wondering what the hell happened to her.
She’s not the same woman I held just days ago.
And there will be consequences for that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
MADDOX
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“I JUST WANT to sleep.” Kyra turns over and curls back into a ball.
It’s been three days.
She tried to go back into the guest bedroom—her cell—the first night I brought her home. I pulled her against my chest and gripped her face. “Kyra, you aren’t my prisoner anymore.”
“I know, I just...I just want to go back to how it was.”
Fucking hell.
“What did he do to you?” I demanded.