Chapter Twenty Seven Brad POV

I had no idea where she could be having her bachelorette. A small quiet restaurant maybe. I wanted to see her. I wasn’t going to press the issue of not getting married. It was dumb if I was being honest. I wanted her. I fucking wanted Gianna Glass. It was a miracle how I had gone this long without making her mine.

A couple of my friends organized a bachelor’s party for me at an exclusive underground casino. Every loan shark in the city was here. The best escorts and strippers were on call. Not that I wanted any of them. None of them were Gianna so they were useless to me.

I poured myself another half full glass of whiskey. I was officially a broken man.

“Come on man. The girls are dying for you.” Bryan said.

“Let them die then.” I brought the glass up to my lips.

“I thought this was an arranged marriage.” Bryan asked. He had a girl on his lap with too much red lipstick and a bra too big for her small breasts. She fiddled with his tie, craving his attention.

“It is.”

“Then it shouldn’t