Eternal Temptations (The Tempted Series Book 6) (39 page)

“Reina, everyone is arriving, you need to get dressed,” she whispers, lifting a hand to my hair which still tied back in a ponytail.

“I just lost track of time,” I insist, drawing in a deep breath as I reach for her hands and give them a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll hurry up.”

Her dark eyes skeptically stared back at me, assessing me, probably trying to figure out why I looked so fucking scared on my wedding day.

“Okay,” she says finally. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Can you go downstairs and tell everyone I need a little more time?” I ask, turning around to face the mirror. Grabbing my make-up bag off the counter, I rummage through it, busying myself so I didn’t have to look at Lacey and have her discover how nervous I was. I didn’t want her to think the worst, that I didn’t want to marry her father.

“Sure,” she says, pausing a moment. “I’ll go do that and be right back.”

“Thank you,” I mutter, keeping my head down, pretending to dig in the bag, for what, I don’t know. I hear the door close behind me and finally lift my eyes to stare at myself in the mirror.

“Snap out of it, Reina,” I hiss to my reflection. “Everything will be fine. Nothing will stand in the way of you marrying the love of your life.”

Please God, let it be true.

“Bulldog, looking sharp,” Nikki Pastore greets, working her way in-between the band of brothers surrounding me.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite Pastore,” I grin, taking her and pulling her into a hug.

“It’s Valente now,” she corrects, returning the embrace.

I had a soft spot for Vic’s youngest daughter, took a liking to her the moment she and Mike jumped into my truck and she robbed my cigarettes.

Pulling back, I avert my eyes back and forth between her and her new husband. Mike Valente, dressed in black dress pants, a white V-neck t-shirt and a sports jacket that matched the tailored pants. Taking another look at Nikki, I notice she matched his attire with a black and white dress. They were the perfect fucking couple, made me real proud to have a hand in saving their asses.

“You two get hitched and didn’t tell anyone?”

“It was a spur of the moment thing,” Mike replies.

“We got married in prison in front of my father. We went to the courthouse yesterday to get our marriage certificate.”

“Bet you made your old man the happiest he’s been in a long time.” I wink at her. “How’s your mom doing?”

“She’s okay, hanging in there,” Nikki sighs, before smiling sadly. “Sits by the phone day and night.”

“Dad!”

I peel my eyes away from the newlyweds and turn to face my daughter.

“Hi everyone.” She waves before grabbing a hold of my arm. “Excuse us one minute,” she adds, dragging me off to the side.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Reina,” she huffs. My face must have dropped because she quickly adds that she was fine physically. “I think she has a case of wedding jitters—” I didn’t wait for Lacey to finish explaining. Leaving her in the common room with the guests I start for the stairs, superstitions be damned. Climbing the stairs two at a time I reach the door to my room and pushed it open.

“Sunshine?” I call, stepping inside the room, my eyes falling upon the wedding gown lying across my bed causing me to freeze in my tracks and imagine what she’s going to look like in it. Fucking beautiful. Stunning.

The bathroom door slams shut pulling me out of my trance.

“Jack! You can’t be in here. It’s bad luck to see me before the wedding.”

I walk to the door, leaning my forehead and splaying my palm against the wooden door I drink in her scent.

“Reina, what’s going on?” I question.

“Nothing, I’m getting dressed,” she answers in a high pitched tone.

“Open the door, Sunshine,” I coax. “I promise to keep my eyes closed, I want to feel you, touch you…”

“It’s not locked,” she whispers behind the door.

I turn the knob, closing my eyes as I promised and open the door.

“Where are you?” I ask, holding my hand out as I keep my eyes closed. She fits her hand into mine and I take a few steps further into the bathroom.

“Turn around,” I demand. “I want you facing the mirror.”

It wasn’t that long ago we stood in this very position. It was the night I claimed her to my club, the night I confessed all my sins to her and the night she gave me her scars. It was an act of self-control, keeping my eyes straight toward the mirror, not allowing them to travel across the body I worshiped as she undressed for me and exposed me to her secrets. I remember thinking she ruined me, then realized all she did was fix me and how badly I wanted to fix her.

Like now, whatever is bothering her, I want to fix.

“Are you facing the mirror, Sunshine?”

“Yes,” her voice cracks with the simple word.

My hands roamed the air searching for her. Finding her I drop them to her shoulders as I stand behind her.

“What do you see when you look in the mirror?” I probe, my voice husky against her ear.

“I see you,” she whispers. “I see me.”

“You and me.”

“Us.”

“Look lower,” I command gently, pressing my lips to her ear as I glide my hands down her sides and wrap them around her, splaying both hands against her bump. “Now what do you see?”

“I see love,” she whispers. “I see so much love.”

“What else?”

“The future. You, me, him or her. I see Christmas mornings and birthday parties. I see you standing behind our child waiting for him to blow out his candles on every cake you put in front of him. I see Lacey and Blackie, their wedding, their kids, their life we get to be a part of. I see visits to Jack, sharing with him all the stories he’s missing. I see rides, long rides to nowhere particular. Dinners with a table full of your brother’s, big family dinners.”

“I see all that too,” I admit, eyes still closed tightly as my lips trail down her neck. “It’s called forever, Sunshine.”

She places her hands over mine.

“You,” she whispers.

“Me,” I reply, brushing my lips across her shoulder. “Marry me, Reina. Let me spend the rest of my life seeing forever through your eyes.”

“You think I don’t want to marry you? Jack there is nothing, not a thing, I want more in this lifetime, in this crazy world than to marry you. I told you before I was scared and that’s no lie. I’m so scared of losing you. It was never a question of whether I want to be your wife, it’s a question of whether or not I’ll get to be. I have such a bad feeling that something will happen, something terrible and it’ll all be over before it began. Our perfect forever gone before we even get to say I do.”

I growl and something feral explodes from my mouth as frustration gnaws at me. I promised I’d keep my fucking eyes closed because all I want to do is spin her around, force her to look me in the eye when I tell her there isn’t a goddamn thing in this world that will stop this wedding from happening.

I may not know much.

Might not be worthy of anything at all.

But I know for sure that Reina was put on this planet to be Mrs. Jack Parrish. She was born to wear my patch, born to be my old lady.

And me?

I was put on this earth to love her.

To heal her as she’s healed me.

To protect her and chase away her demons.

“Reina, I can’t promise you we won’t face times that are ugly. I can’t promise that club business won’t fall into our laps, at our doorstep or even at special times like the one we’re about to share but I can promise you I protect what is mine. I can give you my word, I always fight for what is mine, and you, you’re mine, this forever is mine, it’s Property of Parrish.” I smile at her. “And you know how serious I take my property.”

“That scares me, Jack, because I know you’ll lay down and die before you let anything ever touch me, this baby, Lacey. You’ll always choose us over you. Don’t you get it? I choose you. I choose your life.”

“We all gotta die sometime. When our time is up, it’s up, but I’m not dying anytime soon, Reina. I’m going to live to a ripe old age. I promise you that,” I say with conviction.

I believed it or I wouldn’t swear it. God didn’t want me, Satan didn’t either, the only way my existence will end is when this body of mine grows old and tired, worn like the boots she wouldn’t let me wear today.

I feel her turn around in my arms, her hands on my face, inching up to my eyes.

“Open your eyes,” she whispers softly.

“You sure?” I ask, respecting her beliefs, even if I thought they were nuttier than a fucking fruitcake.

“Open your eyes,” she demands.

On command my dark eyes bore into hers

“Tell me what do see,” she says.

“I see a beautiful woman who is far stronger than any I have ever known. I see beauty. I see light. I see promise. I see her. I see me. I see a full life full of love. If I look closer, I see the answer to every question I have ever asked myself. I see relief from the darkness that has consumed me for most of my life. I see Sunshine. I see Mrs. Parrish,” I say huskily.

She grabs my face, rises onto her tiptoes and covers my mouth with hers. A kiss to seal the moment. I knew the moment I laid eyes on her, she would ruin me, wreck me, heal me and fix me. She would force me to feel. She would love me, accept me and honor me all the days of my life.

“Whose property are you?” She asks softly against my mouth.

It was a familiar question, one she asked me that same night she gave me her scars.

“Whose property are you then?” She asked, her eyes flickering with something I couldn’t name.

“No one’s,” I answered, taking her hands and pulling her toward the bathroom.

“Whose property are you, Parrish?” She repeats.

I pull back an inch, cup her face in my palms as I lean my forehead against hers and stare into her eyes, into her soul.

“Yours.”

Always yours, Sunshine.

Forever yours.

Alone.

Darkness, my only friend.

My mind, my only companion.

I am confined to four walls, never to see the light of day again. The only time my body will touch the Earth’s soil is when it is buried beneath it.

Seconds feel like hours, hours feel like weeks, and days feel like years. I have no idea what day it is or how long I’ve been trapped here. By the scent of me I’m guessing it’s been a damn long time. I’m filthy, my throat is parched, and my stomach is empty. My already failing lungs are collapsing, disintegrating from the cancer and I feel as though I am suffocating. I have no strength left, not even to stand and walk to the toilet and I faintly feel the warmth flood my pants.

The pride I hung onto with all my might is gone.

I have nothing left.

I pray for God to take me but He continues to make me suffer and pay for my sins.

I close my eyes, tears fill them and leak out of the corners onto my dirty face, still caked with the G-Man’s dried blood.

They locked me away in this dungeon and threw away the key. Once a day a guard slides the square opening in the center of the door, peers inside my dark cell with one eye and checks if I’m alive. He closes it as quickly as he opens it, leaving me to die.

It’s not a peaceful death.

It’s a nightmare.

I’m haunted by those I love; those I miss. The beautiful faces I’ll never see again. The memories are so real it’s hard not to believe Grace and the girls are here with me but while my mind may not know the difference, my heart does. My heart knows they are too pure, too good and far too beautiful to be in the depths of Hell with me.

Still, I close my eyes and ignore my heart, pretending my girls are here. My senses shut down, the foul scent of urine, body odor and feces disappears. The darkness turns to light and I see my Gracie.

“Gracie?” I called, shrugging out of my tuxedo jacket, carefully hanging it over the back of the lone chair in the corner of the hotel room. I glanced around the room, spotting the candles I requested the hotel have on hand and began to light the wicks.

The soft bask of candle light sets the perfect ambiance for our wedding night. I averted my eyes back to the bathroom door that was still closed and moved to the silver ice bucket in the middle of the room. Popping the cork, the champagne pours over the neck of the bottle as the door creaked opened and the most beautiful women shyly crept out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but yards of white lace and silk.