Tainted Love(41)

After a whole round of I do’s and a scream of cheers, Vicky Abrahams is now Vicky Rendon. Dominic comes over to me, picks me up, and swings me around. That’s until I feel equally big arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back down.

“Fuck off,” Ade growls, pulling me behind him.

Dominic looks up at him and narrows his eyes. “Ade? Yeah, chill. This is PG for Kalie and me.” He winks at me.

A slight laugh sits in my throat until I look back at Ade who looks murderous.

Abby steps up to him, placing her arm on his chest. “Come on, Ade. Let her catch up with her friend. We need to head to the reception.” I look down to her grip and bring my eyes back up to Ade, who then pulls me into him smashing his lips onto mine and opening my mouth with his tongue as he dominates me right here out in the open.

“I’ll be right, there.” He points to the road and swings his eyes back to Dominic. “You so much as touch her, I won’t be responsible for what happens to your face,” he states and then walks off with Abby latched onto his arm. Fucking prick. My stomach feels as though it’s been ripped out and stood on by a hypocrite, because it has. I swallow down my insecurities and look back at Dominic.

“I’m sorry about that.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. I was expecting that to happen.”

He pulls me under my arm and we begin walking back down the aisle, toward the road.

“You have a ride? To the reception?”

I shake my head. “No, I was too busy with yours and Ade’s pissing contest. I’ve missed the girls I think.” He points up to Abby and Ade, who are a bit in front of us.

“Who’s the redhead?”

I raise my eyebrows. “Um…she was raised with Ade, Zane, and Blake. She doesn’t like me very much.”

He laughs. “You don’t say. I saw the evils she was eyeing you with.”

We’re standing in the same spot where the limo had pulled up when I hear gunshots ring out. I duck instinctively and Dom shields my body from the shots. There’s no car for us to hide behind, though, so we’re basically sitting ducks.

“Kalie!” Ade yells, running over to me.

Everything happens in slow-motion. I look up and begin to run to him to meet him half way when a white van screeches to a halt in front of me. A man jumps out, wearing a black balaclava. He grabs onto me, throwing me into the van, and causing me to hit my head on the metal floor. The last thing I feel is something heavy hit the front of my face before darkness descends over me.





I pull my gun out and start shooting at the van, only to drop it in defeat when I watch it disappear around the corner.

“Fuck!” I roar from where I’m standing, falling to my knees.

I feel manic and out of control. I want to murder someone and I need to now.

“Ade? We need to get out of here,” Abby softly says from behind me.

“Fuck off. If I were with her Abby, instead of you, this would not be happening.”

“It wasn’t my fault, Ade! If she had not been such a cock tease and stuck with you, then she’d still be here.”

I get up and walk up to her, shoving her in the chest. I’ve never laid my hands on a woman before—outside of the bedroom—but I will fuck her up right now.

“Keep her fucking name out of your dirty little fucking mouth.”

Dominic’s still trying to chase the van up the road before he stops. “Fuuuccckkk!” he roars as he drops to his knees and pulls on his hair.

Walking up to him, I grab his collar and punch him square in the jaw. I get on top of him, and let loose, blow after blow. The next thing I feel is someone, no there’s more than one lifting me off him. Looking beside me I see it’s my brothers. It took all of them to lift me off, but Zane pushes me back.

“Stop brother. Stop.”

I shake my head. “Fuck no! Stop? What the fuck are you talking about? Stop!” I’m about to reign in on Dominic again, only to be pulled back.

I walk up to Zane, eye to eye. “Brother, I love you, but if you don’t get the fuck out of my goddamn way, I will happily go through you to get to him, without hesitation.”

He pushes me back. “I know you’re fucking hurt, I’ve been there! But this is not the way around it.”

My heaving dies down and I look down to Dominic. “This is not fucking over.”

Vicky comes running over to us screaming with tears pouring down her face and make-up smudged. “ZANE! Alaina, Alaina, they took her. They fucking took her, too.” Vicky’s face is bleeding. Her white wedding gown has blood all down the front. I look to Zane and watch as his absolute psychopathic mood kicks in.