Broken Vows by Nicole Fox

Author:Nicole Fox [Fox, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-07T16:00:00+00:00

14

Eve

The house is eerily silent. All morning there were people buzzing around me, fixing my hair and makeup and asking me about last minute decorations and menu problems. And now, none of it matters. There won’t be a reception. There was barely even a wedding. It’s just me, alone, in my room, still wearing my wedding dress.

I felt bad that, after Luka and my father, my first thought once the shooting stopped was for my dress. Blood was puddled in the grass, splashes of it across the white tulle hanging between the chairs. Luka’s sleeve was dipped in it from when he’d pierced the photographer through the chest. But somehow, my dress made it out unscathed. It is as perfectly white and unsoiled as it was this morning when I put it on. Which feels wrong. It should be covered in blood and dirt and grime. I want it to look as dirty as I feel.

I feel the same way I did after seeing Cal Higgs dead in his car in the parking lot. The same way I did when Samuel’s car exploded and the parking lot of the church filled with smoke. I feel sooty and in desperate need of a shower, but I can’t imagine standing still long enough to let the water wash over me. Plus, I’ve checked my reflection in the mirror one hundred times. I’m fine. Not a hair out of place.

It makes sense, considering Luka pushed me out of the melee the moment it started. I can still feel his arms around me when the first shot rang out. It was immediate, the way he positioned himself in front of me, ready to shield me from whatever threat existed. Why had he done that? I wanted to believe it was because he cared about me, but that went against everything I knew about Luka. More than likely, he was shielding me because without me there would be no deal with the Furinos.

I wish I could ask him what his motivations were, but he left as soon as the shooters were dead. He and his father rushed away to meet with the head of the Irish mob.

I hope he is okay.

My dress rustles across the floor as I pace across my room, anxious for Luka and angry that I’m anxious for Luka. I have to kick the train out of my way every time I turn and pace back across the room. After a few hours of mindless pacing, my legs are getting tired, and I finally decide to peel myself out of my dress. I’d imagined Luka would unbutton the back and slide the material over my skin, and even facing that fantasy makes my cheeks flush.

I shouldn’t want him.

I shouldn’t care that he is safe. If the Irish don decides to kill Luka and Ivan, so much the better. I can go back to my apartment and my old life. I can forget this last week with him ever happened.

Except, I don’t want to forget.

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