My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet Chapter 140 Trade

NALA POV

Okay so all the windows ca in from the back of the chapel, one after the other like soone had made a list and was working through it thodically and I had maybe two seconds of sitting in my chair watching glass catch candlelight on its way to the floor before the whole room decided it was done being a wedding and beca sothing else entirely.

The seated crowd went first, pews emptying faster than I have ever seen humans move voluntarily.

So dropped flat on the floor in fear, so were running, I saw soone taking a full boot to the face in the stampede and honestly that was the least of anyone’s problems right now.

The priest hit the floor so fast I wasn’t sure if soone pushed him or if he made that decision independently and either way good for him, smart man, I wished I could join him except I was still tied to a chair in a wedding dress which remained the funniest and most humiliating situation I had ever been in and I had been in so situations.

I pulled at the ropes again.

Still no.

The ropes had a consistent personal rejection of everything I wanted and they were not changing their position just because n were coming through windows with guns.

I watched the chaos from my chair like the world’s most unwilling audience mber, unable to do anything, unable to go anywhere, just sitting there in white lace while a gunfight organized itself around and the candles threw shadows that made everything look like a horror film that had lost the plot.

Then Dante moved and my stomach did sothing unhelpful.

I’ll give him this, the man was fast. One mont he was standing at the altar like soone deciding how bad this actually was and the next minute he was right next to and there was sothing in his hand that I had about half a second to register what it was before he used it.

The knife went in one clean motion through the rope on my wrists, and I was free and simultaneously not free at all because his hand closed around my arm the sa second the rope fell and the knife stayed very close to my bare neck and I knew that wasn’t a good sign.

"Don’t make noise." He said it like we were having the most normal conversation.

Right so this man had just tried to marry against my will, slapped hard enough that I could still taste the earlier version of my own blood, had tied to a chair in a dress soone put on while I was unconscious, and now he was holding a knife and telling not to make noise and sowhere in this building so n my gut told were Ivin’s n were fighting his n and I was being used as a human shield and I want to be very clear that I was furious.

I was also terrified but the furious was louder so I went with that.

"You know what’s funny." I said it low because I wasn’t completely stupid. "You went through all of this. The dress, the unimpressed crowds, the priest, the chair, and you still don’t have a wife."

His hand tightened on my arm.

"That’s embarrassing for you personally." I said.

"I will put this knife sowhere inconvenient." He said it coldly and that was sohow worse than if he had shouted it so I decided to be quiet for approximately thirty seconds while I assessed my options.

My options were bad. Really bad. The chapel was full of bodies moving in every direction and the dull light was making it impossible to track who was his and who was the cavalry that had apparently arrived through the windows.

Also, I could hear gunshots from outside now too which ant this was bigger than just within the building and Dante was moving toward a side door I hadn’t noticed before and my feet were going with him because the knife made a compelling argunt.

I was going to end up sowhere worse than this room, and the thought of that had my heart skipping a beat.

So I made a decision, just like every decision I’ve made so far in my life —I bit him.

My teeth clamped in his hand with full force as I turned my head and got more of his forearm with everything I had and he made a sound that was deeply satisfying to be but definitely painful for him but fortunately his grip loosened just enough.

That was enough for as I went in the opposite direction with everything my legs had.

I had no plan or solid destination in mind, I just wanted to get away from him and toward the middle of the chaos because chaos was at least unpredictable and I might be lucky.

But Dante was a very predictable type of danger I couldn’t afford to be around right now and I preferred my chances in the ss.

I made it about six steps before I ran into a solid broad chest that was covered in a black leather outfit and I bounced off it and grabbed the nearest thing to stay upright which turned out to be an arm.

Whose arm? I don’t know but I looked up and everything in my body stopped doing whatever it was doing and did sothing else entirely.

One blue eye. One brown one.

And they were looking down at with an expression I didn’t have a na for yet but was going to need one for because it was doing things to my chest that I could honestly not afford right now in the middle of an active situation where there’s a man with a knife sowhere behind .

"Hi." I said it because apparently that was what my mouth decided to spew to the sa man and my brother literally fled away from days ago.

Sothing moved at the corner of his mouth. "Hi."

"You ca." I said it and imdiately wished I had said literally anything else because it ca out smaller than I ant it to and softer than I wanted it to.

"You’re bleeding." He said while his hand ca up to my face, his thumb hovering gently next to my lip where Dante’s earlier reminder made shiver in an uncomfortable feeling.

"I know, your friend with the fancy tattoos has a heavy hand and zero—"

Sothing shifted in his eyes and I stopped talking.

Then his head ca up and he looked past and the thing that had been in his expression when he was looking at disappeared back behind the wall and he was back to being fully cold blooded Ivin,, the switch so fast I almost wondered if I had imagined the other version.

I turned around.

Dante was at the side door.

He had not actually left and now he was standing at the side door with two of his n and sothing in his hand that was not the knife anymore and he was looking at Ivin across the ruined chapel with the expression of a man making a fast calculation and landing on sothing he liked.

"I had a feeling soone would co for her." Dante said it conversationally across the wreckage of his own ceremony. "I just didn’t know who but now, I like what I’m seeing."

Ivin said nothing.

"That’s interesting." Dante looked between us and smiled in that creepy way I hated. "That’s very interesting."

Then he moved toward the far corner of the chapel where the priest was still flat on the floor trying to be invisible and I had maybe one second of thinking he was going to take the priest and then Dante walked straight past the priest and grabbed the one person in the room that made my stomach fall completely through the floor.

The boy.

The boy that ran inside earlier in town clothes to ask for water.

Dante now had the boy by the back of his torn collar and the gun at his head before I even processed what I was seeing.

The boy’s eyes were wide and white and he was looking at Ivin specifically.

Then realization dawned on , it was then I had the faintest idea that Ivin might have dragged this innocent boy into this dirty ga just so I can be free and that thought made really sick.

I did this. I was the reason this boy was in this building.

"Trade." Dante said it simply. "Her for the boy or we walk out together and you get neither."