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“Thank you for this,” I say as I hand Dante back the pictures.
Now that I know some of the girls who have been taken, I will keep my eyes out for them in the club. Maybe I can sneak them out and bring them back to Dante.
I never thought I would offer Dante more help than I already do. But knowing these girls were kidnapped, drugged, and what they will be forced into doesn’t sit right with me. If I can do anything to help, I will.
Dante nods his head, but doesn’t say anything else. To lost in his mind over the information I spilled today. Can’t blame the guy. I have known about it for a few days, and I still can’t wrap my head around everything. But now knowing who Dimitri is, it changes everything.
If things were bad before, they just got a whole lot worse.
I rise from my chair, not bothering with a goodbye before walking out of Dante’s office. I still know this house like the back of my hand, so I know where to go to leave. As I reach for the door, Bastard starts yelling my name down the hall.
“Look. My offer still stands. Serena can come back with us. She will be safe there. She is a sweet girl and doesn’t deserve to be wrapped in all this. Mia famiglia would protect her like one of our own.” The sincerity in his voice tells me he isn’t lying, but I can’t let my girl leave.
I don’t bother responding. I said she wasn’t leaving earlier, and that won’t ever change.
Serena
The weeks have been passing by slowly. We are only days away from Christmas, and I am beyond excited. Evie and I went out last weekend to get all of our shopping done. Shopping for Mom was easy. I had already had her gifts planned for months. Shopping for the guys, on the other hand, was trickier than I thought.
After what felt like a thousand stores, I finally found gifts that I hoped all of them would like. I found a classic acoustic guitar for Odin. I got Zeus a new set of tools to work on his car and bike. For Dante, I found this gold watch that reminds me of the one he always wears.
Midas was the hardest to shop for. I spent days trying to find the right thing, but nothing screamed… him. Yesterday I was walking down Main Street and decided to go into the pawn shop for fun. I wasn’t expecting to find anything, but when I saw it, I knew it was for him. A solid twenty-four karat gold skull ring. But the best part was the inscription on the inside.My King.When I saw that, I knew he needed to have it.
I have never had to shop for a boyfriend before, let alone four of them. Though I don’t know if I can call them that. Nothing has ever been defined between us, but I like that. I don’t want the title on anything. The idea of being tied down again freaks me out more than I want to admit. Right now, I want to feel free and able to do what I want.
It's the last day before Christmas break, and school has been relatively boring. No teacher wants to do any work, so the day has been spent watching movies or goofing around in class.
I haven’t seen the Kings today. I tried calling and texting them, but there was never any answer. As the day wore on, my nerves skyrocketed. I hate them being a part of the MC. I hate that their dads have so much control over them.
I have spent too much time today staring at my phone. Hoping and praying that one of them will finally send me a text to let me know they are still alive. I lean against my locker, internally groaning. The warning bell starts to ring, signaling that class starts in five minutes.
I open my locker to get my books for math class. I know we more than likely won’t be doing any work, but the last thing I want is to walk in there unprepared and have more of Mr. Lebeau’s attention.
The door swings open, and sitting inside my locker is a large white box with my name scrawled across it in red. Alarm bells start ringing in my ears, knowing this can only be from one person. With a shaky hand, I reach forward to open the lid.
I fling the lid off and stare blankly at the contents of the box. White tissue paper sealed with a bridal salon sticker from Daytona, and a card with my name.
I pull the card out, scared to read it but needing to know what it says. I take a steadying breath before opening the envelope and pulling the note out.
Little one,
I saw this and thought of you. I can imagine you walking down the aisle to me in this. I promise that day will come soon.
xoxo
What the actual fuck?
I throw the note back in my locker and take the box out. I rip the tissue paper out of the way and finally see what is underneath. A white tulle princess wedding ball gown. A scream leaves my lips as I toss the whole box back into my locker and take a few steps back.
There is no way that he left a fucking wedding dress in my locker. There is no way that this is real. It has to be a sick dream that I can’t wake up from.
“Are you ok?” Evie taps my shoulder, making me jump again.
My face must be as white as a ghost, and my expression shows my horror because Evie instantly starts asking me a million questions that I can’t answer. I want to reassure you that I am fine, but the words are locked in my throat. They are stuck there and refuse to leave.
All I can do is raise a shaky hand towards my locker. Evie walks towards it and pulls out the white box. She pulls back the tissue paper and sees the dress. She looks confused before something clicks in her head. She takes the lid out of my locker, shoves it on the box, and throws it in the trash. She walks back to my locker, grabs the note next, and reads it. Her eyebrows hit her hairline, and she looked up at me.
“What is this?” Her voice is gentle, like she is talking to a timid animal.
