Page 36 of The Most Wanted (The Kinky Bank Robbers #4)

But something was wrong. Thor was running down the aisle. “We have to go.” He stopped at the altar, studying us with confusion on his face.

“What’s going on?” Odin said.

Thor said, “I went back to the hotel to—” He glanced at Pastor Roger, then continued, “To get something out of the parking lot—and I noticed that the curtains to our room were open.”

“We didn’t leave them open,” I said. Which meant somebody had gotten in there.

“You guys,” Thor whispered. He took my hand. “Ice.”

Odin strolled over to our hosts. “I think it goes without saying, Pastor Roger, that making a call to the police right now would not turn out well for you.” He took the phone from the man’s hand and pocketed it.

“Our reach and our power are awesome. You do not even want to know what would happen to you?— ”

The pastor held up his hands. “We’re good. No calls.”

Odin was already peeling off his tux jacket. “Have our clothes back here in two seconds, and you can keep the money.”

“You guys.” Thor arranged my veil around my shoulders. “This is…you guys . It would’ve been…” Thor was touched. Choked up.

“It would have been beautiful,” I said.

Zeus looked so sad just then. This sort of thing meant so much to him. It would’ve been beautiful. Not legal, but beautiful.

“Hey.” I held out my fist. “God Pack.” Thor put his hand on mine, and then Zeus and Odin followed suit.

And then, with a crack in his voice, Odin said, “I promise to always love you. And protect you. And to fight for your dreams.”

The vows.

Those were the vows he’d written.

“Let’s go.” Thor pulled away his hand.

“What the hell?” I grabbed his hand and put it back.

I was the only girl and therefore apparently the only one to get weddings.

I looked each one of my men in the eye and repeated the vow.

“I promise to always love you. And to protect you. And to fight for your dreams.” And then Thor said it, looking at each of us. Finally Zeus said it, voice cracking.

And it meant something up there on that altar in some fake chapel in that city full of fake things. One super-real thing: the four of us together, fighting for each other.

Only then did we break hands.

By the time we were in our underwear, our marriage helpers were back with the clothes.

We suited up, and two minutes later we were rolling tensely past glittering Las Vegas hotels in the white Firebird Thor had stolen. As usual, Zeus was driving, with Odin in front and Thor and me in the back .

It was a bit past rush hour. ZOX could be anywhere.

Shadows slanted over the glitz and glam and a very inconvenient traffic jam. We cracked the windows to let in the cool evening air, but not enough for people outside to be able to see us.

Thank goodness Thor had coveted this car and come back for it, or we’d still be in the chapel, unaware. Thor never could resist a classic muscle car. The tinted windows had probably put him right over the edge.

The traffic loosened up beyond the strip, but the tension didn’t. We circled through the city and switched cars at a lot near the Vegas airport. Thor hated to lose the Firebird, but we had to be safe. We nabbed a Navigator and got on I-15.

“They got close,” Thor observed as the Vegas suburbs gave way to desert.

“You wish we were dead, motherfuckers,” Odin said.

Zeus’s lips quirked.

I nestled into Thor’s shoulder and gazed out at the salmon-and-orange-colored sky.

It felt good to be moving, but we couldn’t relax quite yet; staying safe meant watching the mirrors and the traffic. It meant mile after mile of tense little exchanges— What do you think of that black Volvo? Have we seen that Honda before? You want to pull off and lose the group?

My guys needed sleep—desperately—but we probably wouldn’t sleep until the plane.

But this was how we drove. This was how we rolled.

We were heading to Rome, Italy. Odin had arranged for three separate flights out of Salt Lake City following three different routes, just to break up the pattern.

It was full dark by the time we stopped for gas in Primm Valley. Thor and I headed to a strip of Western-themed shops to grab snacks. That’s when I saw the bakery.

Cake. I snuck over and bought four pieces, each nestled in a fancy black box.

I broke them out once we were zooming back down the highway. “We didn’t have a proper wedding, but we should still have cake.” I handed them around. “Chocolate isn’t a traditional wedding cake, but?—”

“Chocolate is better,” Thor said.

Odin turned in his seat. “I loved our wedding.” He said it like a confession.

Zeus beamed in the rearview mirror. “I did, too. The traditional wedding was somebody else’s wedding. But this one was ours. Better than what I could’ve dreamed.”

“Me, too,” I said.

We ate cake under the starry sky, not talking. Not needing to.

We just drove on and on into the night, hunted, exhausted, and dangerously in love, determined to love each other and protect each other and fight for each other’s dreams.

Always.

Thank you for being a guest at the wedding with the mostest!

The gang is in full honeymoon mode and Isis has never been happier…until tragedy strikes the family farm she had to leave behind.

People are dying…and her sister is being framed for murder!

Isis is desperate to save Vanessa, but how can she? It’s too dangerous for her sisters to find out she’s still alive, too dangerous for the gang to return to the scene of that crime.

At least that’s what Thor and Zeus think. But Odin’s got other ideas…and those ideas might be more dangerous than anything imaginable.