"Here's what you asked for, Mike: the dress, the certificate, and the lawyer, along with some of our men, will be here in ten minutes. Is there anything else you need?"

"A cake," he said, "chocolate with white icing."

"Don't worry about it; Samantha has already made it," Ronnie said.

Mike exhaled a sigh. Even though he was about to marry Denise, he couldn't help but be disgusted by his actions. He had only ever hurt an enemy, but the love of his life sat on the second floor of the island house, with him.

He has bruises in the shape of his hands and bites.

Mike was well aware...