It took her a good minute after my announcement to answer. "You're giving me to him?" her voice was soft and hurt, her eyes filled with betrayal.
"How many times have I told you that you're not going back to him?" she still wasn't catching on, and for the life of me, I don't know why I didn't just come right out and tell her.
"Then what...who?" she looked scared enough to bolt, and I had other shit to do before the happy event, so I couldn't stand around here all day with her fuckery.
"Just get that dress and be ready in half an hour, we've already wasted enough time, and I have to be out there with my men soon in case your beau decides to lose his fucking mind and come looking for you."
When she didn't move but just stood there as if transfixed, I turned to leave the room. "If you don't mind getting married in that, then I don't; I'll be back to get you."
I pulled the phone when it rang on my hip, and the read-out said Clay calling. "What's up, brother?"
"We've got a problem."