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Looking up at me, she says, “Come to bed.”

I spare a glance and see it’s four a.m. It’s been hours since the note. I think I’m safe. We’re safe.

I lower to the floor, spread her legs, and lick my cum out of her pussy, lapping up every last drop. She comes in my mouth again and squirts on my chin.

“Christ, that’s so hot.” I lift her and carry her to the bedroom with her legs wrapped around my waist. “Now let’s make up for what we lost this past week.”

Chapter 53

Lourdes

Ares Zervas: Appointment Reminder 4 p.m.

Sitting at my desk in the Zervas & Company office, I stare at the text that came through ten minutes ago. Looking up, I can’t see anything past the glass because several wide-shouldered guards line the wall.

I’ve wanted a cup of tea for the last two hours, but it’s not worth the hassle of making that line-up of muscles get into formation and escort me to the kitchen.

So, I’m even more surprised when the door opens and they let someone through who isn’t Ares. Or Daria.

“Can I help you?” I ask the stunning brunette who looks vaguely familiar.

“Actually, I’m here to help you.” She steps aside, and another woman waltzes in holding…a long, white garment bag.

“What is that?” My fingers start to shake. “And who… Who are you?”

“That is a gown. And I’m your wedding planner.”

“My…my what?” I glance down at Ares’s text again.

Appointment Reminder 4 p.m.

‘Ares!

Heart pounding, I lift my gaze to her. “Am I getting married today? At four p.m.?”

“It’s last minute, but my team is here to get you ready.” She snaps her fingers, and more women pour in.

I’m going to kill him…

Squeezing my phone, I steady my breath and say, “This is not how a…” I stop, unsure of what I should reveal to this woman.

Sensing my anxiety, she takes a seat in front of my desk. “We didn’t formally meet the other night at the Aurelian. My name is Shea Quinlan.”

It all comes back to me. “Quinlan. You’re related to…”

“I’m married to Trace Quinlan. Griffin’s cousin.”

The Irish… She’s mafia.

“This is a little sudden, don’t you think?” I sit back, thinking I can negotiate my way out of this. Like Ares does.

Smiling, she replies, “It’s actually a new wedding package of mine. The Surprise Wedding.”

Narrowing my gaze, I challenge, “I’ve heard of those. Though usually the bride isin on it.”

“This is next level,” she says, rising to her feet, signaling this is happening.

“Ares set this up?”