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He grabs my face and forces me to look at him. “You’re a part of this now, whether you like it or not.”
“You forced me to be here when you kidnapped me.”
“Well, you’re here now. Might as well get used to it. You’re my wife now, which means you’re mine.” He growls the word and it sends a shiver straight to my toes. “So, you are going to help me push this car into that lake and we’re going to walk to my house. Then we’re going to have our wedding night.”
“You said you wouldn’t rape me.”
“And I meant it. But it’s still our wedding night. Might as well celebrate. Now, let’s start by getting rid of this body.”
Chapter Eight
Finn
Aria looks beautiful in her bloodstained wedding dress. Good enough to eat.
She also looks good helping me dispose of the body.
Since we could have been caught on security cameras, we need to get rid of this car and this man so no one will ever find them. I put the car in neutral and motion to Aria to get behind it.
“Now, we’re going to push.”
She scrunches up her nose. I would never tell her this but she actually looks cute when she does it. “I’m going to ruin my dress.”
“It’s already ruined.” I point at a bloodstain. “There’s no saving this dress.”
“But it’s my wedding dress.”
“And yet, you didn’t want to get married, so I don’t see what the problem is.”
She huffs and places her hands to the back of the car. “Just shut up.”
She’s also cute when she gets feisty. Most people are terrified of me because I make them terrified of me. And while I’m sure Aria does fear me, she never shows it. I’m fascinated by that kind of strength.
Every moment more I spend with her, I become more intrigued. That’s unusual for me. Most people annoy the shit out of me after just a few hours.
Sure, Aria is annoying. But she doesn’t annoy me as much as I normally get with people. There’s something about her that makes me want to see more of what she can do.
We’re married now. I guess we have the rest of our fucking lives to learn more about each other.
I flash Aria a grin that makes her roll her eyes as we push the car towards the lake. Aria’s foot slips on a patch of mud and she falls face first onto the ground. I can’t help it: I laugh.
“You asshole,” she grumbles, sitting up. I offer her my hand and she glares at me as she swats my hand away. “I can do it on my own.”
“I thought a princess like you would appreciate the help.”
“Not from you.”
“We’re married now, Aria. Might as well start getting used to me.”
“You forced me into it.” She manages to get back on her feet and without another look in my direction, starts pushing the car again. It’s not hard between the two of us to get the car into the lake.
The car hits the surface and lingers there for a moment before sinking down. The man in the front seat will never be found.
“I feel bad,” Aria murmurs.
“Why?”
She flashes me a glare. “Because his family will never know what happened to him. That will kill them.”