The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

Chapter Fifty-Seven
ARES
I’m reluctant as I walk over to Zane’s house. If the boys hadn’t warned me that they’d throw me out of
our poker club if I didn’t show, I’d have stayed home with my wife.
We usually meet once a month to play poker and catch up, but I’ve been skipping it ever since I
got married to Raven. It’s odd how hard I find it to leave her for even just a single night. I want to be
around her every second of every day, and even then, it isn’t enough.
I bite down on my lip, wondering if I should just lose tonight so I can go back home to my wife as
soon as possible. I suspect they’d see straight through me, and I’d never hear the end of it.
I pause halfway toward Zane’s front door and frown at the figure darting through the trees. “The
fuck are you doing, Xavier?”
I watch him as he glances around before jogging my way. “Can’t be too careful,” he says, smiling.
“I’m fucking dead if your sister catches me here. She’s been extra strange lately. Best not to provoke
her.”
I shake my head as we walk to Zane’s door. He presses his finger to the scanner, and the door
opens. Sierra would lose her shit if she knew Xavier is close enough to us for his biometrics to be in
our system. “At some point, my sister is going to find out that all of her brothers are friends with you,
and there’ll be hell to pay for all of us.”
Xavier looks horrified at the mere thought of it, and I can’t help but chuckle. “Xavier fucking
Kingston. Billionaire. Real estate magnate. Pussy.”
He shoots me a glance. “Your sister is fucking psychotic, mate. I don’t doubt that she’d try to
fucking gut me if she caught me here. Did I tell you she sent me a fucking fish bomb last week?”
We walk into Zane’s living room, where the rest of the boys are all set up. The only one we’re
missing is Luca. “What the fuck is a fish bomb?”
“She sent me smoke bombs that smelled like dead fish. My entire goddamn office reeked for a full
week.”
I raise my brow. “The hell did you do to her?”
He runs his hand through his hair and shakes his head. “Fuck if I know. It arrived shortly after that
charity gala I threw.”
I smile then. “The one you took a date to? You created a PR nightmare for me with that bullshit.