Rachel Dyken - Entice

Chase

Id always wondered what it would be like to sacrifice yourself so another person could live. It wasnt like I was morbid or anything, but in my line of work it was just a daily reality. You dont work for the mafia and not think about it. Death was at your door constantly. Shit, it practically camped there.

Id just thought it would come knocking a little bit later in life, you know? Every muscle in my body tensed as the second gunshot rang out.

Funny how at the end of your life you think about the beginning. Even crazier? It was her smile that had first attracted me to her. The way her entire face lit up, the way her eyes said shed eat me alive if I didnt watch it. Damn, but so many things changed over the course of a few weeks.

I dont even know how it happened, how shed maneuvered her way into my soul, how shed made it so that I was overcome with madness for her a type of obsession that I never wanted to be done with. She had destroyed me, and in my destruction, Id found my salvation.

I touched my chest and examined my fingers. My blood was wet and sticky. Slowly, I fell to my knees, I heard shouting around me. A foreign grunt came from my lips as my body slumped against the ground. Nixon came running, then Trace, and finally her, my tough as shit, Mil.

My wife.

And now a widow.

Im s-sorry. My breaths were coming in sharp, as if there was too much pressure on my lungs to breathe. Every gasp hurt like the fires of hell. I was being choked by the pressure in my chest, pushing and tearing, just waiting to pull me into the fiery pit.

Dont talk. Youre going to be fine, Chase, you have to be fine! Mil pressed her hand hard over mine. Tears splashed onto my chest her tears. Damn it, Chase! Fight!

Its not cold I sighed happily as the pain started to dissipate, leaving me in a state of shock. Its so warm. And it was. Death was warm, not cold as Id always thought.

Mil slapped me hard across the cheek. And its gonna get hotter than hell if you dont listen to me. You have to fight, Chase Winter. I refuse to live without you.

Okay. I smiled. I would have probably rolled my eyes too, but moving anything more seemed too much of an effort. She would be fine. She was a fighter, after all. Love you And then I succumbed to the blackness of my warm death. At least I knew, in those last few seconds, that for once in my life, I would have done nothing different.

Because every damn road had eventually led me to her, my wife. Going back? Hell no. Not a chance. Because life is about one thing. Love. And Mil? She was mine.

Entice:To attract or tempt by offering pleasure or advantage. Origin: Middle English, possibly from set on fire.

Chase

I looked in the mirror one last time. What the hell was I doing? What deranged lunatic had taken control of my body and said yes to that womans proposition? The worst part was I couldnt even blame my yes on alcohol.

It wasnt as if Mil, the newest mafia boss for the De Lange family had drugged me. Hell, I wish. Instead, shed simply asked me a question, albeit a stupid question.

But Id actually answered her in the affirmative. Stupid mistake number one, followed by number two, which was obviously me keeping my word.

Which meant only one thing.

My broken heart had caused me to lose my mind.

You ready? Nixon knocked on the door and let himself in. He was dressed in a nice black Armani suit, looking every inch the mafia boss of the Abandonato family, while I just looked petrified and pissed. My reflection in the mirror was pale. Green eyes stared back at me accusingly, as if to say, youre the one who got us into this mess. Yeah, thanks. Got it. Fully aware of my many sins. Just add to the naughty list.

Youd think after all the hell Nixon and I had gone through these last few weeks, he would be the last person I wanted at my wedding. But he was family my best friend. Even though he was with Trace, the love of my life. Shit, that was some messed-up love triangle. Hed gone so far as to fake his own death all in the name of saving our family and now now, it seemed, was time for my sacrifice, my death. Pretty sure Mil would castrate me if she knew I was comparing marrying her to getting shot at.

Shit, no. I pulled a flask out of my pocket and took a shaky swig. What the hell was I thinking? Whats wrong with me? The one time I should have said no in my life and Id said yes. Id even shrugged and then laughed like it wasnt a big freaking deal!

Nixon shrugged, the ass, and then took a swig from my flask. How am I to know the mind of my best friend, hmm? I thought you were joking.

Does this look like a joke? I jerked at my tie and let out a long string of curses that should have gotten me kicked out of the church.

You can always back out, Nixon suggested, leaning against the door. The only thing he needed was a giant cigar sticking out of his cocky mouth and the look would be complete. His lip ring looked completely out of place with the black and white tux. Tattoos peeked out from under his collared shirt in a way that said F-off to anyone who stole a glance in his direction.

And get stabbed in my sleep? Or worse yet? Feel like shit because Im the only thing keeping Mil from marching down to a money lender or even another family and asking a favor.

Nixon sighed. You dont have to sacrifice your own happiness just to keep the peace.

The air was thick with tension as we both fell silent. Because we both knew the ugly truth. The one time I had decided not to sacrifice my own happiness, I had made a gargantuan error, a lapse in judgment. I had allowed Trace, the love of my life, to slip through my fingers and land firmly within Nixons grasp. Shit, I was still holding onto the idea that it had all been within my control. My fault. It was my fault.

Nah, man. I shook my head. I think Ill finally choose someone else over me. Besides, she only needs protection and money for a year. I can do anything for a year. Inebriated, that is.

At that exact moment Mil came storming into the room, color high. She wore a short white cocktail dress and threw her bouquet at my face. Youre late, jackass.

I caught the bouquet with a grimace and gently set it on the table next to me, while Mils eyes sent a seething glare from me to Nixon and back to me. I itched to run in the opposite direction, those eyes, Mils eyes, they saw too much, she knew too much.

Nixon choked out, Famous last words.

I was doing the right thing? Wasnt I?

Not how I pictured my life going.

It was always Trace Id seen at the end of the aisle not a sworn enemy and not the first girl Id slept with in my entire life. Not my dead best friends stepsister.

Not the future I had planned.

Not at all.

Hell.

I had to hand it to her though, she looked really pretty, the type of pretty that guys like to stare at but are afraid to touch. She was scary pretty, terrifyingly so.

Her pitch-black hair was curled in loose waves around her face, her naturally tan skin brought out her bright blue eyes, and her sharp cheekbones were decorated with something pink and shimmery.

So maybe looking at her wouldnt be that awful.

But talking to her was a completely different issue. Id probably end up chopping off my own ears by the time the marriage was annulled. Either that or begging Nixon to shoot me, not that it would be the first time Id stared down the barrel of a gun with him smiling on the other end.

Well? I slowly held out my arm. I hate to keep my future bride waiting.