The air charges. One of them steps forward, close enough for me to smell his cologne. His gloved hand brushes my hip possessively. “How much do you think that costs, bride?”

My throat tightens. “I’ll pay whatever you want. Just tell me how much.”

The man’s low chuckle makes my stomach ache. He leans in until his breath is warm against my ear. “If you want it so bad…” His palm smacks hard against my ass, the sound cutting through the music and making me yelp. “…then consider it our wedding present to you.”

My eyes widen and a shaky laugh slips out of me. Free. I don’t have to...