The doors to the back of the van open after coming to an abrupt stop. I'm met with the darkness of night and the sound of loud music coming from the hotel. Each of us picks up a large tray containing food before standing in line and marching our way inside. I'm thankful for the massive tray because it hides my face. The men here won't recognize anyone else but they will recognize me.

I keep my eyes studiously on Braxton's feet as we cross the threshold to the back entrance where the kitchen is. Each of us sets down our trays and then some of the kitchen staff begin ordering the men around, the ones that are actually here for the catering piece of it, that is.

Braxton meets my eyes and I signal toward the all-access keycards that some of the hotel staff have. We'll need those to use the elevators. Each of us manages to snag our respective card before slinking out a side door.

"Why does it sound like they're celebrating?" Braxton whispers in question in the direction of loud music, toward the hall Tristan and Dani will supposedly be getting married in.

"I don't know much about anything having to do with an Albanian wedding." I give him a shrug. "You're sure you know where your brother is supposed to be, right?"

He gives a sharp nod.

"And you're sure Dani is on the top floor, in the penthouse suite?"

Another nod.

"Alright, you find him. I find her. Be mindful of the cameras just in case."

"Got it." He's off without another word down a hallway on the first floor.

I beeline for the elevator, keeping my gaze studiously on the floor knowing there are probably cameras everywhere. Just like in their hotel back in New York. Luke's tech guru, Shiloh, swore it would be taken care of, a non-issue he'd said. Even still, I'm cautious.

I scan my card and punch the number for the top floor, surprised there's no guards in front of it or inside of it. The doors ding open and I ready myself for guards but there are none. This is off. Something is off. I make my way down to the end of the hallway, make a left and then another left until I'm met with her room. Again, there's no one guarding the door. What the fuck is going on? I pause outside of it, hesitancy building in my belly.

Lifting my card to the scanner I swipe swiftly and enter the room in the same manner. I'm met with no resistance. With a gun in hand I make my way along the wall, peering into the bathroom. There's makeup and hair accessories that would imply that, yes, someone got ready in here. Making my way further down into the main living space I see an empty hanger for, what I'm assuming is, Dani's wedding dress. There's an empty shoe box and a white robe on the lavish sofa.

Braxton's words play in my head again...

"Why does it sound like they are celebrating?"

Fuck. We're too late.

"Dani?" I call out into the space and then shout even louder, "Dani?! Are you in here?" Fuuuuck. Please be in here.

I start manically going from room to room hoping to find her. Because the plan was to sneak them out of their respective rooms before there ever was a ceremony. There's a spiral staircase that leads to an upstairs lounge area according to the blueprints. It's all the way in the back of this enormous room. Once I'm there I take the stairs two at a time. I'm met with nothing when I reach the top.

"Fuck!" I yell out in frustration but immediately shut my mouth when there's a loud banging sound from downstairs.

Quietly, I make it over to the banister and peer over, not being able to see anyone below yet since I'm in the back. There's more stumbling sounds and then there's a moan. One that I recognize. One that I've made happen.

With pursed lips I shake my head. Not giving a fuck about hiding anymore I take the stairs down slowly, in a noisy manner.

"Fuck, Dani, I can't wait to be inside you again. To come in you again," Tristan's deep voice rasps out hungrily in the distance, around the sound of their mouths on one another. "I'm going to fill you up, baby."

Ah, wonderful, so they really just don't give a fuck anymore.

"I can't believe you're my wife."

That has my feet stopping dead in their tracks.

"I can't believe you're my husband," it's a moan from her lips. One I'd longed to hear. But uttered to me not him. Then they both moan in unison with their mutual pleasure as the sound of them beginning to fuck fills the massive space.

I think I'm going to fucking throw up.

The irony is not lost on me. Because when this had been Dani and Torey I was confused and turned on. I had wanted to join them. Now I just feel... wrong. Gross.

Shaking myself out of the funk I'm in I pick up my pace, needing them to stop doing what they're doing. For the sake of my sanity. When I round the corner and am met with the actual visual of her bent over, taking it from behind, while Tristan whispers what a good girl she is and how well she takes his cock, I can't make my mouth work. I desperately want to. Need to. But I'm currently shell-shocked.

From what Braxton had told me she had regretted the experience. Seems like she's thoroughly changed her mind. Tristan is balls-deep inside of her and she's wearing nothing but a mask full of pleasure.

Torey would've shot the man point-blank in an instant if he were here. He wouldn't have given a single fuck if this man's blood sprayed all over Dani's pristine white dress, all over her. He'd make sure that was the last fluid Tristan ever covered her in.

But Torey isn't here. Torey left me. The all-encompassing enragement I suddenly feel has me clearing my throat obnoxiously loud just as Braxton simultaneously enters the room.

Dani's eyes find mine. They're hooded like she's either drunk or high. Which I hadn't known Dani to partake in either drug or drink really. They both look like that. After they finally register the situation Tristan is pulling his unprotected dick out of Dani.

"Nice to know that you know we're coming to save you and you'd rather be fucked up and fucking," the disdain in my voice more than apparent. "Also, good to know you're having unprotected sex together while supposedly being loyal to me and Torey." Those last words were practically spat at Dani.

She flinches away from the words then looks back and forth between Braxton and me. She looks hazy but then it's like it finally registers. Now she looks petrified as she continues to scan the room looking for the Mount Vesuvius that would usually be Torey.

She takes a step toward me, "wh... where's Torey?"

"Where the fuck do you think he is after finding out you've been fucking him raw?" I give a disgusted face at the Torey knock-off standing next to her.

"You told them that!" Tristan shouts at his brother.

"They overheard," Braxton deadpans, monitoring the situation cautiously.

When Dani let's out a sob I glare at her with, "please, save it. You've made your fucking choice." And not only have I lost you but I have lost Torey. But I am not uttering that.

"We thought you weren't coming. Which is why... well..." Tristan waves a hand at the space where he'd just had Dani bent over. "You said you'd be here before the ceremony and when you didn't show up, when there was no word from anyone, well, we thought the plan went to shit."

"Right. So, instead of phoning in, you thought, hmm, maybe let's get fucked up then go upstairs and fuck?" I'm thankful for Braxton's irritation because I don't know if I can contain myself for much longer. "We need to get you two the hell out of here. Luckily you two stumbled out of the party to get your honeymoon fuck on and no one seems to give a shit. So, I guess, thanks for that."

No. No thank you. The image of faux-Torey talking about nutting inside of her will forever hau—

"It's because they want us to have babies," Dani drunkenly blurts out but then smacks her hand over her mouth.

Well, that stops that particular thought process.

The look I give her and Tristan could melt even Hell's gates. Because if that's what they're asking then he shouldn't be willingly complying, and quite frankly, neither should she. Dani is in no state to become pregnant, especially knowing we're putting ourselves in danger. And especially given her predisposition for depressive episodes that this asshole has effectively taken advantage of.

I bring my cold features to Braxton's cringing face then lock eyes with him. Whatever he sees there has his lips thinning as I tell him, "I'm going to have to insist on leaving now before I decapitate your piece-of-fucking-shit sibling."

"Brooks... please..." Dani's pleading voice makes me close my eyes in frustration. "Please, don't be mad at him."

My eyes fly open at that. "Are you serious? Don't be mad at him? Don't be mad at him? At him? No, Dani, he is not the only person I am vastly fucking infuriated with!" Those last words were splayed out in a roar of pure fury.

"Don't talk to her like that!" Tristan's words have me stepping toward him in a threatening manner.

"Enough. We don't have time for this," Braxton interjects, making a very much needed point. "We need to go and fast. Is Wolf here?"

"No, he's at the compound with my mother." Dani's words are an assumption we'd already made.

"Get changed." I gesture to their suitcases. "You can't be wearing that shit," I aim at Dani because she's in a wedding dress puffier than my deceased grandmother's hair.

They make not such quick work of it as they stumble around, drunk as fuck. Tristan had to help take Dani's wedding dress off which I'd studiously turned around for. I don't ever want to witness an intimate act between the two of them ever again. Once they're done we make our way out of the room, toward the staircase.

Braxton scans his keycard then leads us single-file downward. At the halfway point Dani stumbles while telling us she feels light-headed. Without a second thought Tristan picks her up and carries her the rest of the way down. I'm gritting my teeth so hard I may break my jaw as her cheek rests on his shoulder, ardently looking away from me.

As she should be.

Once we reach the end of the staircase we're met with the door that leads outside. There will be guards here, that much I am sure of.

"Tris, you run Dani toward the nearest catering van and you and Daniella get in the back," Braxton's voice just above a whisper but firm. "You got this?" He aims at me and it makes me want to laugh because if there ever was a time I wanted to be physically violent— it's right now.

I don't answer him verbally as I shrug out of my white dress jacket, rip off my tie and yank the buttoned shirt open. Grabbing two knives before I kick the door open. I'm on the first guy in an instant, slitting his throat mechanically as I lodge another blade into another man's Adam's apple. Pulling two more out of my holster I launch them at two more men off in the distance. With a glance over my shoulder I see Tristan making it to a van. There's a groan at my feet that has me booting the man in the head, forever silencing him before bending down to relieve him of his gun.

Scanning the periphery I don't notice any other guards. Braxton has taken a fair share of guards out and is now jogging toward the van. I join him, loving the feeling of adrenaline pumping through my veins.

"Should've left your jacket on, Rambo. We still have to drive out of here." He nods his head to the back doors.

That's when the realization sinks in that I have to sit with Tristan and Dani.

With a huff of frustration I open the doors before pulling them closed and sitting across from them.   I cross my arms over my chest and look anywhere but at the couple in front of me. The married couple.

Braxton starts the van up and I am praying no one stops us. When we stop it's only briefly before he continues on. Thank fucking God. The ride is awkward and tense as I listen to him comfort her the entire way back, can hear the kisses he places on top of her head. Once we're finally parked I send up another silent prayer.

"You going to give the signal?" Braxton asks as I step out of the vehicle into the warehouse.

I give him a nod and snatch my phone before dialing. One of the men at the hotel picks up, Landon, if I'm remembering correctly, and I tell him, "we've got them. They're safe. Light that fucking place up."

Burn that entire building to the ground while we take Dedaj's entire empire down.

A/N:
Happy Thursday!

Hope you enjoyed the update even though I'm sure some of you wanted to tear your hair out.