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DON’T TAKE MY BABY: Twisted Ghosts MC by Zoey Parker (79)


 

Zane

 

In the morning, I had Jake come over. “Watch Isabella for a little while,” I told him. “There’s something I have to go take care of.”

 

He rolled his eyes at me. We still hadn’t talked about the drug deal, and I was starting to think he’d either forgotten about it or just wanted to make me squirm. Whenever he was around, I didn’t feel calm anymore. I just felt unsettled, like he was someone I had to watch out for. Jake used to be a trusted friend, but now I held him at arms’ length. Unfortunately, I didn’t see that changing any time soon.

 

Jake whistled when he saw Isabella. “She’s a hot one,” he said.

 

Isabella blushed and walked into the other room. Even though it was the kind of comment I would have made myself, I felt like smacking him. “She’s the mother of my child,” I snapped. “Don’t talk about her like that.”

 

“You’re turning into a fuckin’ pussy, man,” Jake said. “You seriously need to grow a pair. Lionel’s gonna die laughing over this.”

 

I grabbed Jake by the collar and slammed him against the wall. “Leave her alone,” I hissed. “I’ll be right back.”

 

After that little exchange, I didn’t feel so great about leaving Isabella in his care. But there was something I wanted to do before we actually got married.

 

“Do you know her ring size?” The clerk behind the jewelry counter was a cute, curvy redhead. She looked up at me with a wide smile on her pretty face. “Or do you just have an idea?”

 

“She’s slender,” I said, holding my hands a little apart. “I mean, curvy. But she has thin hands, probably a six or a seven.”

 

The woman nodded. “Seven is average,” she said. “Why don’t you go with that, and we can always resize it later. Which were you thinking of?” She pulled out a tray of platinum engagement rings and wedding bands. I pointed to a ring with a simple diamond solitaire.

 

“That one,” I said. “Simple, elegant. But everyone knows she’s mine.” I flashed the redhead a grin and she blushed.

 

“That’s a beautiful ring,” the sales girl said mechanically. “And two carats! Everyone’s going to know how lucky your girlfriend is.”

 

“We’re getting married later today,” I said, flashing her a grin. “I just want to surprise her.”

 

“Oh,” the girl replied. Her cheeks pinked again and I could tell I’d made her uncomfortable. “Well, isn’t she just going to be surprised!”

 

After we’d picked out a matching band, I paid for the jewelry and drove home. I knew Isabella wasn’t very happy about marrying me, but maybe the ring would cheer her up a little bit. I wasn’t a romantic guy, but women liked jewelry, right?

 

When we got to city hall, there was actually a line to the judge’s office. Isabella and I stood around with a few dozen other couples, every single one of them looking happier than we did. She was wearing jeans and a simple top with a white scarf, and I was in my usual button-down shirt and dark slacks. Most of the other women were wearing white dresses, even if they weren’t traditional wedding dresses. Lots of girls had on sundresses, and everyone looked happy.

 

“Ricci,” the judge barked. “You’re up!”

 

Isabella and I followed the heavyset judge towards his chambers. He turned from me to Isabella and gave us both a serious look. The next twenty minutes were a blur. I couldn’t believe it, but this weird man was actually giving us a fuckin’ speech about what marriage meant, some ring that never ended, blah, blah, blah. I kept shifting my weight from side to side, conscious of Isabella’s obvious discomfort.

 

When the judge started in on “wifely virtue,” I held up my hand. “Come on, man, we don’t have all day,” I snapped. “Just marry us, for fuck’s sake.”

 

The judge glared at me. “As you wish,” he replied slowly. Turning to Isabella, he asked, “Do you take this man to be your husband?”

 

Isabella’s reply was barely audible. “I do.”

 

The judge turned to me with an angry expression on his heavy features. “And do you take this woman to be your wife?”

 

“Yeah,” I snapped. “I mean, I do.” Before the judge could reply, I pulled the rings out of my pocket. Isabella gasped as I slid the engagement ring and wedding band onto her finger.

 

Tears welled up in her eyes and she blinked at me.

 

The judge softened. “You may now kiss the bride,” he said, still with a hint of sarcasm in his deep voice.

 

I pulled Isabella to me and chastely pressed my lips against hers. The kiss was solemn, as if signifying just how dire things really were.

 

“Come on,” I whispered to Isabella. “Let’s go home.”

 

Isabella was quiet the whole way home. She was staring at her finger in disbelief. “Zane, is this for real?”

 

I nodded and smirked. “As real as it feels, baby. Two carats. And yes, it’s a real diamond.”

 

Isabella looked up at me. Her eyes were wet with tears once again. “I don’t know what to say,” she said softly. “Zane, this is incredible.”

 

I grinned. “I’m glad you like it. I wanted to make you smile.”

 

When we got home, I pushed open the door, then grabbed Isabella and slung her over my shoulder. She started kicking and squealing in protest, but I could tell she was a little happy.

 

“What the hell was that?” She looked at me with an odd expression. “What did you just do?”

 

“I had to carry you over the threshold,” I told her with a grin. “You’re my wife now. You’re Mrs. Ricci.”

 

Isabella blinked, like the possibility hadn’t even occurred to her. “Holy shit,” she breathed. “I guess I am.”

 

She was staring at me with her lips parted. Her breath was coming in damp bursts, and she looked more desirable than she had in days. Her breasts were straining her top and I longed to rip it off her body and take her delicious, giant breasts into my mouth, sucking at the nipples until she was crying out in pleasure.

 

“I want you,” I said softly. “My wife.” Calling Isabella my wife gave me a burst of masculine pleasure. She was mine, mine forever. And now, I was going to show her just how much she belonged to me.

 

She trembled as I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around her. She smelled sweet —like honey and strawberries — and as I pulled her close, she surrendered to me, pressing her soft body against mine. I groaned as my cock twitched and stiffened in my pants, desperate to be inside Isabella’s hot, wet pussy. I wanted to fuck her for days, fuck her without stopping, fuck her until we were the only two people left in the world.

 

Isabella sighed and put her arms around my neck. She buried her face in my neck and gently began kissing at the skin there. I shivered. The feel of her wet mouth against me was enough to make my balls ache with lust. Roughly, I tangled my hand in her hair and twisted her head to the side before pressing my lips against hers. It was a night and day difference from our kiss in the judge’s office. Her lips were warm and mobile and she slipped her tongue inside my mouth, moaning softly as I nibbled at her lower lip. She pressed her curves against me and I could feel her stiff nipples poking me through her thin shirt. I grinned and wrapped an arm under Isabella’s ass, scooping her up and carrying her up the stairs. Our kiss didn’t break the whole time. Instead, it became more intimate, softer. My lips were wet with our shared spit as I shoved open the bedroom door and dropped Isabella on the bed.

 

“This is just like the first time,” I said with a smirk.

 

Pulling my shirt over my head, I stared at Isabella. She stretched out on the bed and wriggled out of her jeans. Her slim, shapely legs went on for days. My mouth went dry as I trailed my gaze from her ankles to her slightly rounded thighs. I could smell her arousal from where I stood, and suddenly I understood that she wanted this just as much as I did, if not more. Quickly unfastening my pants, I stepped out of them. My cock strained the front of my briefs. She blushed as she stared at my hard cock before she got on all fours and crawled towards me. Reaching forward, I grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head until her breasts popped free, swinging in the air. My cock twitched at the sight of her perfect, dark pink nipples. I pushed Isabella onto her back and shoved her legs roughly apart. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as I crawled between her thighs. Stroking my finger down the part in her labia, Isabella moaned loudly as I made contact with her clit. She was soaking wet and she spread her legs wide apart, giving me unrestricted access to her beautiful pussy.

 

“You are so fuckin’ hot,” I murmured, blowing on the exposed, soaked skin. Wetness leaked out of her pussy and leaked down onto the sheet. I slipped a finger inside of her and wriggled it around, making her writhe and moan loudly on the bed. My cock twitched and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.

 

Crawling on top, I wrapped my arm around the back of her neck and pulled her head up to give me a deep kiss. I closed my eyes and groaned as her soft hands stroked down my body, finding my cock and cupping my balls. She gently yanked on my cock with one hand, her other stroking my balls until I was shivering with lust.

 

“I want you,” I whispered into Isabella’s ear.

 

She didn’t reply, only shuddered as she felt the head of my cock slide inside her perfect wetness. Isabella’s pussy was like one slick muscle that enveloped me completely. I groaned as pleasure shot through my body. In my head, I saw stars. She moaned loudly and arched her back underneath of me as I rammed inside her to the hilt. I wanted to bury my cock inside of her, to fuck her until the world ended.

 

Isabella moaned loudly, opening her mouth and letting out a full-throated cry that echoed off the walls. Tangling my hands in her hair, I yanked her head back and slammed my body against hers. Her soft breasts bounced against me and with my free hand, I tweaked and twisted her nipples. She was so wet I could barely feel her, and her legs wrapped around my waist, burying my cock deep inside of her slick body.

 

“Zane,” Isabella moaned softly. She ground her clit against my pubic bone and I could tell she was about to come. Her face was red and tears were leaking from her eyes.

 

As I pinched one of her nipples, she cried out loudly and threw her head back, exposing a perfect, swanlike neck. Lowering my face, I kissed and bit until Isabella was moaning. I felt the pleasure and lust coming together in my lower belly in a powerful explosion, and before I knew it, I was slamming my hips against her soft body, emptying my load of cum inside of her.

 

Isabella was breathing heavily and she twisted underneath of me. My orgasm set her off and she started screaming, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me down close as she writhed against my body. I felt her pussy spasming and jerking with the force of her own orgasm, and I grinned to myself. I might fuck up everything else on this earth, but at least I could still make my woman come.

 

She fell asleep almost instantly. I watched her face relax. She curled up under the covers and buried her head under one of my silken pillows. I trailed a hand down her naked body, caressing and pinching at her ass until she squirmed in her sleep and twisted her body away from my eager hand.

 

What a fuckin’ day. What a fuckin’ week.

 

Getting to my feet, I stretched and pulled on my slacks. Something clanked in the pocket. Shit, the watch. I forgot all about the fuckin’ watch. Dipping my hand into the pocket, I pulled out the gaudy gold watch that I’d taken from the body yesterday. The back of it was inscribed with a motto. Aut vincere, aut mori.

 

I shuddered. The Latin phrase was a well-known motto in the family business. It meant “either to conquer or to die.” This changed everything. This wasn’t some random guy trying to off me for a buck. This wasn’t someone who wanted to kidnap Isabella just because she was smokin’ hot.

 

This was different. This was…more personal. Frowning, I looked out the window. Was someone in the family trying to whack me? I shuddered as I realized the implications of what that would mean. If someone close to me was trying to knock me out, that meant they probably knew who Isabella really was, who her father had been.

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