White Knight (Dirty Mafia Duet, #2)(64)

Two days later, we climb out of the SUV next to the jet on the tarmac, and nerves flutter in my stomach like butterflies. We’re eloping. We’re really, really doing it.

But that’s not why I’m nervous.

Warren opens the door and I climb out, waiting for Cannon. He takes my hand and threads our fingers together.

“You ready for this, baby?”

I simply nod because I’m afraid if I speak, my voice will crack and he’ll know something’s up.

Warren unloads our luggage, and the crew meets him on the black-and-white Karas International rug that leads us up to the stairs. By the time our luggage is swiftly stowed and my feet touch the KI logo, I’m about to burst with the secret I’ve been keeping.

Please, please be happy I did this.

Cannon gestures for me to go ahead of him up the stairs, and I give the flight attendant a quick smile. Her grin is huge.

I slip by her into the cabin . . . and spin around so I can see Cannon’s face when he realizes what I’ve done.

His expression is everything when he sees the jet packed with his family—Dom and his new lady love, Creighton and Holly, Cav and Greer, and Eden and Bishop.

Complete shock.

Absolute awe.

Overwhelming happiness.

He drops his gaze to me. “How? Who?”

“Creighton and I did it,” I say as tears fill my eyes. “I hope you—”

Before I can finish, Cannon sweeps me up into his arms and crushes his mouth to mine. Everyone erupts with cheers and claps and laughter.

When he finally sets me down, his hazel eyes glisten. “I love you so fucking much, baby. Thank you. Now this is perfect.” He scans over my shoulder once more, taking in all the people who love him, before squeezing me tighter against his side.

“I hope you’re all ready for some fun and sun, because we’re going to get married!”



THE END





Curious about some of the other characters who appeared in the Dirty Mafia Duet? You can find Creighton and Holly in the Dirty Billionaire Trilogy, Cav and Greer in the Dirty Girl Duet, Logan and Banner in the Real Good Duet, and Bishop and Eden in Beneath These Shadows. You don’t want to miss out on their stories!

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About The Fall of Legend





From New York Times bestselling author Meghan March comes a new deliciously dangerous alpha hero in The Fall of Legend, the first book in the brand new and utterly addictive Legend trilogy.





We come from two different worlds.

I’m from the streets. She might as well live in an ivory tower.

I made my living with my fists. I doubt she could even throw a punch.

Our paths never should have crossed.

We never should have met.

That doesn’t change the facts.

I would sell my soul to taste those red lips.

Fight the devil himself to hear her laugh.

Burn in hell to have a single night.

Scarlett Priest shouldn’t even know men like me exist, but sometimes temptation is stronger than will.

If this is how I go down, it’ll be worth every second of the fall.





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Chapter 1





Scarlett





My body hits the ground with a thump. When my eyes flick open, darkness greets me.

What the hell?

Wait. No. There’s some gray mixed with the pitch black. Maybe even a glow coming from above my head?

Did I fall asleep? Roll off my bed?

I try to sit up, but I can’t move. Why can’t I move? Fear creeps down my spine because I’m 99.99% sure I didn’t fall asleep. I don’t take naps. I don’t have time.

Plus, if I’d been taking a nap, the sound of the Proclaimers’ “500 Miles” wouldn’t be blasting in my earbuds.

Wait. I was running. Not napping. So, why the hell can’t I move? I wiggle, but something that feels like carpet nap rubs against my bare arms.

What in the actual fuck is going on?

The Proclaimers go quiet for a moment before the song starts again. In that precious beat of silence, puzzle pieces snap together, and the blood chugging through my body slows like icy water in a nearly frozen river.

Oh. No. No. Just . . . No. This isn’t happening. The threats weren’t real. They didn’t get me. Even as I try to deny it, my inner voice pops into my head, contradicting everything I want to believe.

They got me. The threats were real. They’re going to kill me. I should have listened to Ryan and Christine. Why didn’t I listen?

That’s right, because I never take stuff like that seriously. And now . . . I flex my hands with my heart thundering, and my fingertips brush against what feels like . . . a rug?