Stolen from the Hitman: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance(75)

How the hell did he manage to slip in unnoticed? With so many people milling around, how in the world did he get to me? Especially with Max out there somewhere. But then I realize that apart from Maggie and Max, nobody here knows what he looks like. He’s wearing a black designer suit with a pale pink tie, perfectly matching my wedding color scheme.

As though he’s been watching me, planning this for months.

And I never even saw him coming.

Will leans down close to my ear, his breath tickling my neck and giving me goosebumps as I start to tremble, realizing just how dire this situation is. At any moment, Maggie or someone else could come in, putting them in danger along with me. And Maggie… if she sees him, there’s no telling how she will react. Sure, she’s stronger now than before, but I worry that even just seeing Will’s face might make her relapse into her former near-catatonic state. And if he hurts my mother…

“Don’t worry, mon chou, I don’t have eyes for anyone but you today,” he growls in my ear, sickly-sweet evil dripping with every cruel word, as if he can read my mind. “Now, I have arranged a getaway car for us. Consider it a chariot to take us away on a honeymoon, if you like.”

He roves one hand down over my breasts, groping its way back around to my ass. Will sucks in a deep, lewd inhale, closing his eyes as though he’s truly savoring the moment.

“I wonder… have you missed me as much as I have missed you?” he muses aloud, his raspy whisper sending shivers down my spine. “It’s true what they say, you know, about the one who got away. Once you get a little taste, you really never can let it go. And you, mon amour? You are the one who got away. But we are reunited again, aren’t we? Isn’t it poetic? Romantic, even?”

Will presses himself into me, his cock hard against my ass. I want to scream, but his hand is completely blocking my airway. And besides, I don’t doubt for one second that he has a gun on his person. If I scream, someone will come running. And finding us like this would surely end in that person’s demise. I can’t be responsible for anyone else being hurt on my account. No… the only thing I can do is obey. There’s too much at stake.

I should have known that trouble would follow me… even to the altar.

“Here’s how this is going to work,” Will says slowly, grinding against me. “You and I are going to leave through that window over there, walk up the hill, and get into my car. You are not going to scream or make a single sound, or my men will rain bullets into that crowd of your most beloved friends and family, okay? And when we get back to headquarters, you and I will finally get the alone time we both so dearly deserve. You are precious merchandise, Olivia, but you’ve also been a very, very bad girl. I don’t think our buyers will want you unless I get you properly broken in. Besides, I need to rid you of the stench that filthy Ruskie left on your skin.”

He spits on the floor, and I feel tears prickling in my eyes. There is no way out. I have to do as I am told, even if it means losing everything that lies just beyond the door — the happy life, the beautiful future, the man of my dreams.

My past has caught up to me.

“Let’s go. Move,” he commands, dragging me away and pushing me out through the open window. He starts pulling me up the grassy hill overlooking the whole wedding party. I glance back in desperation, half-hoping and half-terrified that someone will see us. I want someone to save me, but I also know that there’s little chance anyone could save me at this point. I don’t think Max has his gun today, and I don’t want to risk anyone getting hurt.

But still, despite my obedience and silence, I hear a deep voice ring out across the pastoral scene. It’s Max.

“No!” he bellows, and I look back instinctively to see him at the window of the chapel, looking out. A split second later he disappears from view, obviously barreling through the crowded little church to get out and follow us.

People are starting to point and take notice of what’s going on, but by now we are already getting into the car, Will shoving me into the backseat, almost exactly the same way he did months ago when he captured me the first time.





25





Max





The bullet wound to my chest might have slowed me down, but I’ll be damned if it lets the bastards steal my Olivia from me again. Pain ripples through my torso and down my limbs, but I ignore it as adrenaline kicks in, and I push past the few guests who haven’t already started to panic.

Rain patters on my face as I tear out the old wooden doors of the chapel and down the wet stone steps. It’s said that rain is a sign of good luck on a wedding day. I say a quick prayer as I pass out the doors of the church that my fortunes save themselves for our married life. Today, all I will need is my skill.