The Salvation of Vengeance (Wanted Men #2) Read Free Page B

they’d get by without her paycheck. They weren’t, if the few twenties he tossed at her before she left for the grocery store were anything to go by.
    “What the fuck is off-season?”
    “They’re winter dresses.” Which was probably a good thing because they had long sleeves and would fully cover her. She’d already packed one of her silky wraps in case the bridesmaid dress Eva had bought her was off the shoulder or, God forbid, backless. She prayed it wasn’t, because she’d have no choice but to refuse to wear it. And how would she explain that without having to reveal the bruising that still littered her body?
    “Well, pick one out and finish up before I change my mind about bringin’ you to this joke.”
    Anger burned in her throat, but she swallowed it. She went to the closet and withdrew a silky gold dress she’d bought a couple of years ago on a trip to New York. She and Caleb had gone to visit Eva during her first year at Columbia.
    After wrapping the dress—which would make her look as though she were inept at choosing proper clothing for the season they were in—in a garment bag, she laid it out over the suitcase. She folded a pair of gold earrings and the matching bracelet that used to be her mother’s into a satiny cloth and tucked it into the zipper of the carry-on. Her shoes were already packed.
    The whole time, her spine was so stiff she was surprised she could even move. Kevin was too quiet. Too focused on her. More so than normal.
    Could he know? Had he somehow found out about the kiss with Vincente? Her greatest fear.
    “You looking forward to going to this wedding or something?” He said wedding like the average person would say mass murder .
    Shrugging, her voice as emotionless as she could make it, she said, “Eva and Caleb would find it suspicious if I didn’t go to her wedding. If not for that, I wouldn’t be flying across the country to sit there and watch two people exchange meaningless vows.”
    Yes, I would! I would crawl over a field of spiders to see my best friend pledge herself to the man she loves!
    He snorted. “That’s the only reason we’re goin’. Grab the stuff. Cab’s waiting downstairs.”
    With that, Kevin disappeared down the hall, leaving Nika to gather her purse, her carry-on, the garment bag, and the suitcase.
    Relief weakened her limbs as she trailed her own personal Satan out of the hell he’d created for them.

    Vincente Romani’s eyes popped open, rampant lust from the recurring dream— memory —rushing through his veins. His vision slowly became less blurry as his burning, tired eyes focused on the mahogany and leather furniture littered around his room. The fact that it had cost a lot fancied the space up a bit, but his shit was nothing but functional.
    He winced as he rolled over, almost snapping his morning wood in half. Fuck. With a hard punch, he worked his pillow before slamming his head back down, shifting his hips so his dick wouldn’t attempt to impale the mattress.
    Too many weeks of nothing but this. Why the hell wouldn’t she get the fuck out of his head?
    He should never have kissed her. He was the only one to blame. He’d let her in.
    Yeah. And goddamn if it hadn’t been the sweetest, most addicting action on record.
    But so what? So what that it had been good. Big deal. She was Caleb Paynne’s married sister for chrissakes. Two things that left him dumped in a heap on the corner of Outofreach Avenue and Onlyinyourdreams Boulevard.
    Gabriel said a few flags have been raised about the marriage , an anxious voice in the back of his mind reminded him. A voice he’d dubbed Nika Paynne’s Fan Boy. The relentless asshole.
    Even if it was a rocky marriage, she was still the biker’s sister. And you didn’t fuck around with an associate’s sister. Or someone’s wife.
    Was Caleb’s brother-in-law a biker? Vincente wasn’t sure on the details. Had deliberately chosen to remain ignorant of them. Or was he uninformed only because