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JOJO'S POV According to the script Madame Silva sent, I'm supposed to meet the bridegroom at the venue entrance, then we'll walk into the hall together to the altar and the alliance will officially begin. I'm striding to the entrance of the wedding hall in the black gown with the white veil covering my face when a hand pulls me into what looks like a supply room and the door slams shut. I come face to face with Uncle Will— my father and his eyes have that intense gleam that he always gets when he's scheming something mischievous. He looks at me and inhales sharply as he drinks in my appearance. “What are you doing here?” I ask stiffly, subconsciously ticking all the personal hygiene boxes in my need to know why he's gawking at me like that. He heaves out a dry cough and takes my hand. “The gown's fitting for the occasion.” He comments dryly. “I'm glad you approve of my wardrobe, Father.” I spite, reminding him that I haven't forgotten or forgiven him. “I know you're doing this
JOJO'S POV Madame Silva stands and my hope dashes to quicksand as she opens her mouth, “You can skip that part, Father.” The priest doesn't look too happy about it but he forges onto the next question. (Priest) “Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall live? Madame Silva stands again and I blurt out, “I am.” Jeremy is staring at me in shock when I subtly step on his foot prompting him to answer the question and he answers with a solemn voice. “I am.” The priest nods his approval and looks down at his book. (Priest) “Since it is your intention to enter the covenant of Holy Matrimony, join your right hands, and declare your consent before God and his Church.” We stand there awkwardly until the priest leans towards Jeremy. “Take her hand.” He whispers. “He looks like he hasn't touched a girl all his life!” A soldier hoots and the hall erupts in boisterous laughter even the servants are chuckling quietly.
JEREMY'S POV I stalk into the north wing of the mansion and note how empty it is given the amount of soldiers has doubled in the last hour. and I need a way out of here. I need more gun power. And I need to get out of this fucking onesie. I curse as I rip the stupid thing from my body and leave the empty gun on the floor as I peruse the rooms on each side of the hallway. You made a stupid decision Kila, my head taunts. Coming back to this death trap without asking for a proper identification. What if the maid's dead? Or the guards took her? You didn't even ask for the room number or the girl's description? Fuck. What if Josephine sent me on a wild goose chase because she still hates me and wants me dead? What if she’s hoping the guards would catch me in my search for her non-existent maid and make her a widow? At least then she can go back to the States free from everything that has to do with Mafia life. Focus Kila. I open the third door on the right side and my lips tilt upwa
JOJO'S POV My smile grows wider as Jeremy groans and I blink away the speck that landed on my eyelash. I see Katrina in his arms and my throat dries up. I clear my throat and jerk my head, “Come on, I think I found a way out of here.” I grab his hand and we start booking it to the foyer when a fresh batch of soldiers march in from the opposite direction and Jeremy tugs me out of the way just in time. “Your plan is through the front porch?” He asks with a bewildered expression. I shrug, “It worked before.” “That was before your solo mission became a two-and-a-half men mission and—” I press my forefinger to his lips, effectively cutting off his tirade. “Thank you,” I whisper and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. “For what?” His voice drifts like he's in a daze. “For finding her.” His brows furrow and I want to smoothen them out, “Who?” “Katrina.” His frown goes deeper, “But I couldn't find her. I saw this one—he nudges Katrina's sleeping form—walking straight to her d
JEREMY'S POV I can't believe she came back. And now her leg is broken. Why the fuck would she come back? To kill me herself? because if that is then she's doing a pretty amazing job. I grunt as I carry the sleeping girl towards the poppy fields and I turn back to see the limping silhouette of Josephine as she hollers after me. Why the hell is she shouting? Doesn't she know we aren't in the clear yet? I swear she's trying to kill me. I shift away from the path, lay the sleeping girl on the cushion of the poppies, crouch down next to her, and wait. As Josephine comes barreling forward I jump in front of her. A shriek tears from her lip as she flails backward in surprise and I grab her arm and tug her to my chest. There's a blessed silence as she rests against me for one, two, three… and she goes ballistic. “What the hell did you do that for?!” She yells as she punches the same chest she'd just been resting on. The same chest that's riddled with a bullet wound. She's trying to
JOJO'S POV Jeremy slumps face down to the ground after pointing at something and muttering words in Russian and I jump back in fright. Katrina rouses and we flip him over. Yep, he's out cold. In the middle of our conversation. The sun is on the horizon and Katrina points in the same direction Jeremy had pointed before slumping. “The giant blades.” She gasps and I follow her line of sight. The chopper. It's about a mile away and we run towards it as best as we can. She's holding her ribs and grimacing with each step while I hobble slash hop, wincing at the twinge of pain that radiates from my leg with each move. Once we're close enough, she starts yelling and I join her, hollering for anyone around but we don't see anyone. Until Sheryln steps out from a barricade of poppies with a long farming stick. Our shouts double and our energy is refueled as she starts running towards us. “We thought we lost you.” Sherilyn cries as she engulfs me in a hug. “You left me!” I accuse, shrugg
JOJO'S POV The next twenty-four hours flew faster than the speed of light making my head swirl from all the activity. I flew a chopper and crash-landed on an Italian hospital's air space. Jeremy flatlined twice in the hospital during his surgery. Maxim Vongov flew an unconscious Jeremy to Moscow without clearance from the hospital staff. “Jo!” Mallory and Kendrick are screaming and running in my direction as we get down from the car and I throw my arms wide but Sherilyn steps in front of me. “Be careful, she's injured.” “It's been awful these past weeks without you.” Kendrick coos as we engage in a family hug. “I'm surprised you two haven't killed each other.” “Finding you was more important,” Mallory says in a dry voice. I sigh happily and something shifts behind me. “There's someone I want you guys to meet.” “You got a stress puppy?” Kenny's eyes light up in excitement and I give her a weird look. “This is Katrina and she's a friend from Italy.” Katrina steps from behind
JOJO'S POV We barge into school nineteen minutes after the first lesson starts. On the drive over, the girls assured me I didn't have a problem as they'd kept me updated on homework. They also told everyone I'd gone to some African country and that was wild, even for me. The ten-minute drive to school was very therapeutic. They apologized for being shitty friends, I apologized for making it all about me. We apologized to each other some more and then laughed at how sappy we were. The hallways are worse than a graveyard during class sessions, the silence always reminds me of the day I confirmed my parents' dead bodies. The girls wanted to escort me to each class but I couldn't handle that much attention. Also, I have something on my agenda. I slip into class and the teacher doesn't bat an eyelash. My classmates however are about to combust from sheer shock which draws the attention of my teacher and I'm sent to detention. Side note: It's not always nice to be famous in high schoo