Chapter Five

His thoughts were occupied with Amiya. Was she really a spoiled girl? Her thinking was saying something else to him. He could not take out the view of her curves under his coat, her stare wearing green lenses.

It had been a long time since he had been dating Kattie for almost two years. They had kissed uncountable time. But it never felt wrong before. It was his wedding after one hour and it wasn't a good sign to get bored from the future wife without even having her.

He had preserved his first night with her after the wedding ceremony. But it didn't mean he was virgin. He was waiting for Robbie to come back, so he could give him a proper dose in exchange for doing worse things to Amiya.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out and hoisted it to his ear. Before he could speak anything he saw Amiya standing outside Robbie's room and gawking through the window with shock, puzzlement on her face. Her both hands were covering her mouth. She was still wearing his coat. Her hands were barely visible from the sleeves. He smiled. It was hidden under the sleeves.

Her expressions perplexed him? What was she watching with white face? What was she doing out of her room?

He trod toward her. He didn't want to scare her. He bent down his head near her ear, " What are you doing here? " He whispered slowly as he didn't want to scare her.

Neither she stirred from her pause posture nor blinked. He carefully held her by arm and turned her to face him. He narrowed his eyes at her. His eyes went through the window. He couldn't fathom for a while. He removed the whole curtain. His brows creased, his face was contorted with rage. He clenched the curtain in his fist and it broke from its hold. With the curtain in his hand, he fished his hand still gripping it in painful hold. He brutally punched the glass of the window.

She screamed, filling the silent. His younger brother and future wife were making love. They both winced, guilt, fear clawed their faces. They began to gather their clothes.

He couldn't control himself anymore. He rushed toward the door. He kicked it one, two and it opened with a bang. Robbie was zipping his pants and Kattie was wrapping the sheet around her naked body. His eyes were on his brother. He didn't expect loyalty from an outer person. He never thought his brother would betray him. He threw continuous punches on his face. Robbie tried but couldn't dodge even a single punch.

" Oh no! Stop it Ethan! What do you expect? " Kattie screamed.

He halted, " Shut up. " He said, grinding his teeth, " Before I strangle you both, get the fuck out of my property. " He was burning in his own fury. He wanted to unholster his gun and put the bullets into both' goddamned heads.

" You have a wedding. " Robbie said in a calm voice.

It raged him more. His fists were paining. He raised his fisted hand to hit him. But Kattie surged herself between them. Robbie smirked behind her. He knew Kattie was well aware of his nature in the past two years, " Screw up! I'm fucking sure she can marry you if she could have honeymoon with you and warm your fuc*** bed. " He snapped angrily. It was getting hard from him to rein his wrath. Air was thick around. His eyes laid on Amiya, who was standing one step behind him. Her attractive face was calming the volcano inside him.

" Listen Darling." Kattie started.

He ignored her and kept his eyes on Amiya. He was watching her closely how she was biting her lip in dread and apprehension.

" You both! Get out of my property. " He said in a solid curt tone.

Robbie and Kattie both grimaced and frowned at the same time, " What are you waiting for? Come with us. " Robbie extended his hand toward Amiya in anger.

It boiled his blood more, " She's not going anywhere with you. " He roared and put his arm around her stomach, " Get-Out you both. " he aggravated. He hadn't experienced his whole anger, ire high level in the past few minutes which he never had experienced before.

" This is my house too. " Robbie said, tightening his jaw. He was acting as nothing happened.

" It's under my share. Don't make me repeat myself again. You both know the door. " He coldly glared at them.

" Perhaps, you are forgetting this brother. You'll not get your share until you will not get married. " Robbie smirked.

" Mark, Show them out. " He yelled.

Mark came running with his bodyguard and took them away from him. He wanted to kill them for their betrayal. But there was not so much time. He had only less than an hour to marry, now without a girl, it was an impossible task. Something soft stirred under his hand. He was still holding Amiya. His hand was under the coat on her soft stomach.

" Sir, The designer has come. She is waiting for you." Gabby hesitantly said his words. He could see the designer behind him and her assistant was holding the wedding white gown.

" Send them to my room. Wait there for me." He said and dismissed him.

He wickedly smiled as the plan was hovering in his mind. He spun Amiya to face her, " You have two choices, Amiya. " She was staring in his eyes. When she didn't question him, he said further, " Marry me. Or you'll end up in a brothel house. Because I'll send you to my brother as you know your brother has lost everything in the casino including you. My brother is the opposite of mine. He'll sell you to have his money. " She sharply intake the breath, hearing this, " If you'll say yes to this marriage. I promise you after the wedding kiss. I'll not lay my finger on you until you want and it's required. Hear me! Require… You have five minutes to decide. Or I'm calling Robbie to take you with him. " He said and glanced at his wrist watch. He gazed back at her face and her mouth was opened almost white with his decision. He was expecting yes, " Speak up. I don't have much time for your pause moments. " He said, pressing the matter.

" W w w " She couldn't make her words out.

" Yes or no? " He asked and showed her the screen of his phone's display where it was clearly written ROBBIE. He was about to press the button. Indeed, he wasn't going to do anything like that. He'd send her back to her brother but he would never allow his brother to lay his eyes on her.

He could see pain on her face and water in her eyes, " Yes, " She whispered.

' I know it's wrong. But it's feeling right with you. '

He could hear her loudly pounding heartbeats. He let out a blow and raked his hand, ' Let's go and keep the word required in your mind." He whispered as tugged her with him.

" B but. " She pulled her arm from his hold.

" You have your whole life to stutter. " He couldn't let the whole property slip from his hands and landed in Robbie's hands, especially not after what he saw today and after his kinkiest shit.

" What we'll do when your family will ask for kids. " She blurted.

He stopped walking and turned to face her. He was once again astounded by her. He had threatened her to sell. Indeed, her brother, Frank, had sold her to him as he could not pay the money. Frank requested him not to tell this to his sister. Frank didn't want her to hate him. But he wanted to put the bullet in his bloody head who loved himself more than her. Frank promised him to take away his sister after paying off the money. It was quite impossible for him to pay back the millions of dollars.

Bastard! He cursed under his breath.

" Do you have any physical problem?" He asked.

" No, I'm not ready." She coyly said.

" We have other options. Don't worry. I'll not touch you if it's not required." He began to walk again holding her hand.

Designer was already waiting for them with their dresses and makeup artist, " This is my bride. You people have thirty minutes. " He didn't want to waste time. He wants this wedding to happen before it's time.

" Mark, if anyone tries to cross that line. Kill them. " He said to his man, pointing at the door with his eyes.

" Yes boss. " He nodded.

He grabbed his wedding white suit and her wedding gown. He held her hand and paced toward the wash room. He locked it. It wasn't because he wanted to see her. Fact was, he wasn't trusting anyone, not after all this. She could try to run and asked anyone's help.

" What are you doing? " She panicked.

" I don't have much time. Change it. I'll not look at you. " He said.

" It's a wedding dress. It is heavy. I can't wear it alone. I need help, not for you. " She immediately said.

" I'll send the designer in. But no tricks. I need your words. " He glared at her with his piercing amber eyes.

She hung her head, " Yes, my words. " She sadly said. He didn't want to think about her sad face or how much bad she was feeling right now.

' I'm not backing up from this wedding and not even allowing you to do this. '

" I hope. Otherwise you don't know what I can do. You don't wanna visit your brother's grave every weekend. " He glared at her.

She nodded immediately, tears were rolling down her cheeks. He paced at the door. He unlocked the door, " My bride needs your help. " He said. He wanted to swipe her tears. Somehow, he stopped himself.

" Yes sir. " designer replied immediately. He wasn't interested in knowing anyone's name. He wanted them to do their job.

" Tiny mistake.Your life will end. " He said in his menacing voice.

Designer shivered, " Yes, sir." She said in her timid voice.

It told him that they had got his point.

After sending the help in, he picked his wedding suit which Kattie selected for him. He walks toward his closet. He threw the white designer suit in the thrash box. There were many designer, branded suits in his closet which he hadn't tried once. Indeed his closet was filled with new suits every week.

He plucked black shiny suit. He fished out his phone and asked Tim, his second man, to change the wedding rings immediately as he could not tolerate Kattie's choice for his whole life.

Tossing his phone on shiny plywood, he changed into his black suit. He glanced at his personable figure one last time. Putting on his daily fragrance, he holstered his gun and wore his coat.

His phone buzzed. " Did you get that? "

He asked, answering the call.

When he got his favourite answer. He hung up and tossed the phone in his front pocket of pants.

He paced out of his closet and didn't see her around. He knocked on the washroom. He gave her full thirty minutes. He glanced back and the room was locked. He was going to open the door and didn't know what would be going inside. He asked his men to show their back at the door.

When he glanced at his back. He clicked the door open. His eyes froze, seeing her bare back. He could see the perfect curve line of her back and bottom.

" Ma'am is almost ready, sir. " Lady said.

She spun. She was in minimum makeup on her skin. Curls were falling on her shoulder. Her cheeks were light pink, eyes covered with light makeup, he could see shiny star dust upper her eyelids. Her lashes were thick and long. She was breathtaking. He was gawking at her. Her front was full cover over her neck, but he knew her curves; he had seen it in that exposed dress. He stepped closer. He offered her his hand. She put her shaking hand in his hand. He squeezed her hand, " Relax, just a few minutes. " He whispered.

She nodded. He could see water shining at the brink of her eyes. He placed his hand on her waist and led her to the Altar.

While walking, " Did you check the security? I don't want any trouble. " He said to Mark. He didn't trust his brother. If he smelled his plan, he'd definitely try to stop him.

" Yes, sir. Gabby is observing it. " Mark replied.

" I want fewer words, tell the vicar. " He said to Mark.

" Yes, sir. Ceremony will not take much more than five minutes. " Mark said.

He looked at his beautiful bride who was shivering under his touch, " It will take five minutes. Relax, you are shivering. " He whispered.

" You'll keep your words right, No matter what? " She asked in a cracking voice.

" You have my words. You'll be safe with me. " He gazed in her eyes to make his promise which he'd never break.

She inhaled. She nodded her head, " Five minutes. Okay. " She said as she was encouraging herself. He smirked and tugged her with him.

They were only two steps away. He decided to walk with his bride as he didn't want any more trouble and anyone to take her away in any way. " Smile." He whispered in her ear. She looked at him. When he got her attention, " Ready. " He asked her.

She wore her prettiest smile and nodded.

He offered his arm and she wrapped her arm around his arm. They took steps together. He darted his eyes on the crowd. There weren't many people. All were his business ally, crime partners, some mobsters and an advocate appointed by his father to watch over as he wanted to be assured that was the last wish of his father fulfilling or not?

He glanced at her. Her eyes were on the ground and a light smile was giving her a perfect look. She wasn't shivering anymore. He seemed relieved a bit. They took the stairs. He didn't want to remove his arm from her. He was doubting she'd run away and create a scene.

It's just five minutes. He told himself.

He had already told the vicar to keep the ceremony shortest.

" Mr. Ethan Warburton, Do you accept Ms. Amiya Craig as your wife? " Vicar asked.

" Yes, I do. " He said, spreading his lips in a smile and eyes dug on his bride. They were perfectly acting in front of the crowd.

Mark passed him the small velvet box. He plucked the solitaires diamond ring from it. He held her hand in his and slid the ring in her ring finger. Fortunately, it was the perfect size. He could hear the applause.

" Ms Amiya Craig, Do you accept Mr Ethan Warburton as your husband? " Vicar asked her.

She raised her eyes and stared into his eyes, " Y-es, I do. " She nervously smiled. He knew this was a fake smile but she covered it properly under her beauty. She plucked the ring from the box and slid it in his finger with shaking hands.

" You may kiss your bride. " He heard it.

He took a long stride and wrapped his arms around her waist. He thought to keep it light. His hand touched the soft silky skin of her back. He pressed his hand on her back to push her toward him. He slid up his second hand on her neck. He lowered his face, he kissed her claiming her lips and moving it softly. Her lips intoxicated him. He moaned, before his hunger increased he parted from her. He darted his eyes around. His people were applauding, whistling and tossing their drinks. He glanced down at his wife. She was clenching his coat. He placed his hand on her fist, " You are safe. I know my promise. Only keep required word in your mind. " he reminded her again.

She just nodded. He felt a drop of her tear on the back of his hand. He heaved as he didn't think to force a girl to marry him. He was breaking his own rules.

After having her in his arms he was sure she was gonna be something different and special, more more special. He was doubting his promise to her.