Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“Definitely.”
“Good, let him know. Hayden’s got a helicopter on the way to get us out of here, because this whole palace is going to go nuclear when Milton finds out.”
“No shit.”
“Alright, I gotta run.” Sven raised one brow at me. “By the way.” He grinned. “I’m not the only one with lipstick on my collar, dick.”
Holy shit.
Yeah, it was about to go down, and hard. I mean, I’d pulled some crazy stuff in my day, but stealing a bride on her wedding day? I grinned as I stormed down the hallway, heading for the ballroom. Yeah, this was going to be good.
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and scrolled to Faith’s number.
Where’d you get off to? Got some crazy news for you.
Her reply came instantly, a picture. I opened it and immediately grinned at the sight of Hayden and Callie standing in front of a priest, with Sven off behind them.
That kind of crazy news? ;)
Well, wow. I tapped out a response.
So when should we burst their bubble that we beat them to it?
LOL. How about we let them get married first. GTG, I’m maid of honor.
I grinned as I thumbed a quick reply.
I’m going to be looking for you later.
Her reply came quick.
Check your coat pocket.
I frowned quizzically as I glanced down and put my hand into my pocket.
…I was hard in seconds, even before I pulled my hand out holding Faith’s panties.
She sent one more text, and this time, I laughed out loud.
8===D
Chapter 17
Cole
I bumped into Xavier brooding to one side of the main ballroom about ten minutes later.
“Guessing by that look on your face that you heard?”
“Yep.” He whistled under his breath.
“From Sven?”
“Something like that.”
“Well, looks like this wedding is about to get a lot more interesting.”
He grinned at me. “So where is he?”
“Getting married.”
His eyes went wide. “Fuck, now?”
“Apparently. He flew in that priest that was friends with his dad and everything. Faith said Sven’s there too—”
Shit.
I shut my damn mouth, but obviously not soon enough as I saw Xavier’s brows go up
“Cole—”
“I am really not looking for a lecture,” I growled, glaring at him.
“Well I’m fresh out of lectures, dickhead,” he grinned back at me. “King Alphonse,” he whistled. “Not exactly a soft guy.”
And hell, Xavier didn’t even know the half of it. After all, I’d been keeping my friends in the dark about the whole thing with Alphonse, Homer, and Rodney trying to take me to the Royal Courts.
“You going to be okay there?”
“With her?” My jaw clenched, and Xavier nodded.
“Yeah,” I growled, a fierceness flashing over me. I sighed. “Look, man. I know what people are going to say, and I know there are a million reasons for a guy like me with my fucking past to just stay the fuck away from someone like her, but—”
Xavier chuckled deeply as he clapped me on the shoulder. “Trust me, you don’t have to explain shit to me in that department, man.”
I grinned. Yeah, I knew what he was talking about. Or who he was talking about, I should say.
“Love, huh?” I shook my head. “Who the hell would have thought you and I would ever be stumbling into that, huh?” I winked at my buddy. “Well, me maybe, but you?”
Xavier flipped me off, and the both of us laughed before suddenly, a strange guy in a suit with slicked back hair came up behind him.
“Duke Danes?” He stuck his hand out to a bemused looked Xavier.
“My name is Robert Tile.”
“Yes?”
The guy smiled the kind of smile that set me on edge, and I glared at him over my friend’s shoulder.
“I represent your ex-wife, Shana.”
Aww, fuck.
I watched it like a train wreck at first. Xavier’s shitty ex — the one who’d gone to jail for her involvement in a terrorist plot to blow up a damn children’s hospital to push a political agenda, was suing him.
You can not make this shit up.
“For what?!” Xavier snarled.
“I think you know what.”
“Enlighten me!”
Xavier’s voice rose, and more than a few people in the ballroom around us started to turn their attention towards us.
Shit. I felt for the guy, but attention was not what we needed. Not when our friend was minutes away from marrying the bride of the wedding and running off with her. I put my hand on my friend’s shoulder to hold him back as he took a step towards the asshole grinning at him.
“You want me to say it out loud?” the guy weaseled out, this smug fucking look on his face that made him especially punchable.
Xavier’s shoulders tensed, but slowly, he glanced back at me. His eyes met mine, and he nodded slowly, before he turned back to the guy.
“Go for it.”
“You sure about that, Duke? This is pretty scandalous—”
“I said yes,” Xavier growled.
“It involves the Princess Lola? And yourself?” Robert made a tsking sound as he shook his head.