CHAPTER 8.
SHE CANNOT BE OUR OLD LADY.
~RIPPER’S POINT OF VIEW~
The whole place goes dead silent and every eye narrows towards me.
I draw in a deep breath, trying to wrap my head around what is happening.
He didn’t tell me he’d be getting married. Our last conversation was a kiss on my forehead followed by a smack on my ass cheek.
Drew didn’t tell me he’d pick up some little girl as his old lady.
We had promised each other—no marriage until our reign as President and Vice President of the Sons of Chaos is over.
Then he betrays me. He married her yesterday,the same day we made love over the table in his office.
No vows, no promises—only the reassurance that he is still on with the plan.
Our plans aren’t much; to leave California, disappear to Mykonos where no one knows us, build a
