Hidden Love by MINK

6

Fenton

“Awedding tomorrow?” Grant cocks his head at me.

“As early as possible.” I can’t stop smiling. I look like a dope, but I couldn’t give a shit. I’m in love.

“She’s agreed to marry you?” Amelia sits on Grant’s lap as he strokes her back. “Seriously?”

“Of course.”

“How did this play out?” She sounds suspicious.

“We were in the shower, and we were … well, you know I was—”

“Skip that part.” Grant glowers.

“Well, I asked her to marry me, and she said okay.”

Amelia frowns. “Just ‘okay’?”

“That’s the same as yes.” I look to Grant for confirmation.

He shrugs. “I mean, it’s not a ‘no.’”

“Exactly.” I clap my hands hard. “This is it! She’s the one.”

Something tickles my ankle, and I look down to find a kitten climbing my leg.

“That’s Granger. Isn’t he cute?” Amelia motions for me to pick him up.

I do and hold him in front of me, staring into his eyes. “I’m not great with pets.”

“You don’t have to be.” Amelia gets up and comes over to me. “And it doesn’t matter now anyway. You’ve been chosen.”

“Chosen?”

She scratches the little orange cat’s head. “Yep. Cats choose their humans, and Granger just chose you.”

“A wife and a kitten in the space of a few hours.” Grant shakes his head from his spot in bed. “Seems familiar.”

“We took a little longer.” She returns to him and kisses his cheek. “Not by much, though.”

Granger reaches for my shoulder, and I let him climb up. He perches there like a fluffy orange gargoyle.

“We need to focus. Wedding stuff. Amelia, can you talk to her about dresses? Or something like that? I need a priest. And what else?” I turn back to Grant. “You. You’ll be my best man.”

He smiles. “I never thought I’d see the day, but here we are.”

“I’m just as surprised as you are.”

“We also need to deal with Vic. But I suppose that’s more of your call now. You’re taking his territory and marrying his daughter, so unless Amelia objects, I’m letting you decide his fate.”

She shivers. “I don’t like the man at all, but I think Grant’s right. You and Mariana should decide. Together.”

“That’s going to be a sticky conversation.” I scrub a hand down my face. Her father tried to hurt Grant and Amelia, and he sold his own daughter into marriage like a piece of cattle. I want him dead, but I can’t make that call alone. Amelia’s right. I need to discuss it with Mariana.

“You two will figure it out.” Grant shifts in bed.

“Stop fidgeting. You just survived a bullet wound,” Amelia scolds.

“Get your fine ass back in bed with me. I’ll feel all better then.” He pats the mattress, then turns back to me. “Once Vic is handled, then we move forward. Two kings, two queens.”

“Fuck, I like the sound of that.” I know Grant’s not my brother by blood, but in this moment, he’s my brother in all the ways that matter.

Amelia bounces on her feet. “I knew. The second I saw the two of you together, I just knew.”

“Is that so?” Grant reaches for her, and she finally relents and gets back into bed. “Did you know the second you saw me?”

She giggles. “You were a bit more difficult to figure out.”

He kisses her neck.

I don’t need to see this, not when I have Mariana waiting for me back in our room. God, the things I’m going to do to that woman.

“Where you headed?” Grant calls.

“Downstairs.”

“Yell if you need me,” he calls. He doesn’t follow me. I don’t blame him. He needs rest, not that I think he’s getting any with Amelia in his bed. But hey, now I know what it feels like to be with the woman you love. Leaving her is the hardest thing to do.

I descend the creaky staircase and take a sharp left. The basement is relatively neat. Rows of various household items are stacked on shelving. A little light filters in through the high, short windows until I move deeper under the house. Back here, it’s dark enough to do dirty work, and deep enough that no one will ever hear the screams.

Flipping on the light, I find Vic Alderone tied to a metal chair just where I left him.

“Still breathing?” I smirk as I lean against the wall across from him.

He sputters awake and stares at me. Ghostly pale, he’s in bad shape. The stab wound I put in his chest is wrapped up, thanks to Grant’s personal doctor, but it will likely prove fatal. One of his lungs is collapsed, the other barely hanging on.

“I should’ve stabbed a little farther to the left.” I shrug. “Miscalculation on my part.”

“Release me.” He struggles to get the words out.

“Not happening.” I glare at him. “I would kill you right now, but I can’t. Not until I talk to Mariana.”

He lifts his head at that. “That traitorous whore is here?”

I’m on him before he can take another breath, my hands at his throat. “Don’t you ever speak about her like that.”

He laughs, the sound rusty and wet. “You take orders from her now?”

“I sure do. Right after I get done making her come, I do whatever she tells me.”

His eyes widen. “You bastard.”

“And good news, I’m going to marry her.” I squeeze until he chokes on his own spit. “So I guess I’ll start calling you Pop, eh?”

I squeeze a little harder before releasing him and backing away.

He sputters, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. “She’s mine.”

“Not anymore, Pop.” I grin.

“I should’ve killed you.”

“Smartest thing you’ve said.” I nod and stride away. “Have a good time down here. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t already dead before I brought Mariana down here. If I were you, I’d start working on my apology. That is, if you want to live.” I hit the light and take the stairs two at a time. I move even faster when I think about Mariana waiting for me in our bed.

“Miss me?” I ask as I open the door.

I know right away something’s off. The room feels cold, empty. No Mariana.

Fuck. She’s gone.

I shake my head. “Oh, my sole. I told you I’d chase you if you ran.” I grin as I rush downstairs. The spanking I’m about to give her sweet ass is going to be epic.