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"Get in the car, Zoe." Damiano's voice leaves no room for argument. I cross my arms. Stand my ground. "I'm not going anywhere with you." In one swift movement, he has me over his shoulder, carrying me toward the waiting Mercedes like I weigh nothing. "Put me down!" I pound against his back, mortified as his security team pretends not to notice. "When you're safely in the car." His hand splays across the back of my thighs, burning through the thin fabric of my dress. "This is kidnapping," I hiss. He laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest against my stomach. "It's called marriage, sweetheart." I should hate this caveman behavior. Should be fighting harder. Instead, I'm noticing how easily he carries me, the strength in his shoulders, the way his cologne mingles with something darker, muskier. When he sets me down by the car door, his hands linger at my waist. "Byron's men were following you," he says quietly. "Next time, just get in the damn car when I tell you to." Oh. The realization that he's protecting me, not controlling me, shouldn't make my heart flutter. But it does. I am so screwed. 𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 - 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝