Page 22 of Darkness Tempt Me (Bloody Desires #7)
Chapter nineteen
Mavik
W hat the fuck have I done? It’s the damn question of the week and has been filtering through my mind every few minutes since agreeing to marry my assistant. My burner phone rings in my suit jacket. I snarl. It’s the damn phone’s fault I’m in this mess in the first place.
Okay, obviously it isn’t the phone’s fault.
It’s Hunter and his shitty timing’s fault.
If I hadn’t made a promise that I would drop everything anytime that phone rings, I would have been in that room with Drake.
I would have been protecting Peyton, not walking in on whatever the hell I walked in on and claiming my assistant like a damn caveman.
“I can’t believe you’re getting married.” Hunter chuckles as soon as I answer the phone. “Isn’t getting married on the thirteenth considered bad luck? Either way, I bet your mom is over the moon.”
“She is,” I growl. “And my fiancé insisted we get married on the thirteenth. It was his only request. It’s the least I can do. Anyway, this phone is hooked up to our secure line for important shit that needs to be taken seriously, not some gossip line.”
“Now, now. No need to be a dick. I got you a wedding present.”
I roll my eyes. “Hanging up now.”
“Adam Costa is tied up in my playroom,” he tells me. The news has me jolting upright.
Just like his deceased brother, Anthony, before him, Adam Costa, ex-mayor of New Vernon, has been a very naughty boy.
His case was dismissed because of a lack of evidence, questionable phone records, and nobody offering to testify.
In other words, it’s nothing concrete. Either way, I’m pretty sure the asshole paid someone off, but I don’t have any proof.
He sent one of his victims a blurry photo of herself, beaten and bloody, just hours after his case was dropped.
The fucker should really learn how to cover his tracks better.
A handwritten threat on the photo promised that next time she wouldn’t live long enough to even think about testifying.
Hunter always gets extra motivated to torture those who beat the helpless.
I’m not surprised he was able to capture the politician, even with his being so high profile.
“I haven’t started yet. Would you like to come join me? I laid out all my pretty toys for Adam to see.” In the background, I can hear Adam screaming.
My breath hitches as Peyton emerges from the fitting room. The light blue sequins on his slim, white tux complement the blue of his eyes. He’s so fucking gorgeous. Suddenly, all those nagging thoughts and questions vanish, and a new, more important one takes their place.
Peyton Chase is mine.
I’m going to send that asshole, Drake Sinclair, a fucking thank-you letter.
There’s a small smile on Peyton’s face as he walks toward me.
“I gotta go, Hunt. You can take care of this one. I already had the pleasure of burning his brother with a fire torch.”
Hunter bursts into laughter. “Damn, I forgot about that one. We couldn’t get the stench out of your playroom for days.”
“Make the asshole suffer. And if you’re feeling generous, save the killing blow for me,” I say quickly, hanging up the phone before Peyton can hear.
“What do you think?” Peyton twirls, the sequins sparkling brightly.
Stunning.
Perfect.
Everything.
“You quite literally stole my breath away. Seriously, don’t bother with the rest. This is the one, little light.”