The other bartender made my drinks, and I returned to the table, unsure what I was getting myself in the middle of.  “Here you go, four whiskeys,” I placed the drinks down and left, but the man’s voice stopped me.  “Why in such a rush?” He asked.  Turning back to him, I smiled politely. “I have to check on my tables. I’ll be back to check on you in a few,” I said and turned to leave, but the man grabbed my wrist. Instantly his hand was ripped off me and I was placed behind Alek.  The man and Alek glared at each other.  “What? Not happy to see an old friend?” the man’s lip curved into a grin. He leaned back against the booth, placing his hands on the top. 

Smoked trailed up from the barrel of the pistol. Three of Gianni’s goons laid lifeless on the cold cement floor. Now I had an aim at Gianni. Alek stared at me out of the corner of his eye, stunned. “Where the hell did you learn to shoot like that?” I shrugged. “It runs in the family.”Gianni stood there in disbelief, wondering how a young girl like me could take out three of his best men, but then held his hands up in defeat. “Hey now, let’s not be hasty.” I glared at him. “Oh right, and you were just friendly as pie telling your men to gun down Alek and kidnap me?” I snapped. “Take your bullshit to someone else that believes it!” I spat. 

My hands gripped the steering wheel as I sped down the freeway.  As I pulled into the back alley, I quickly got out running inside, not caring to check if the car was even in park. Out of breath, I looked around at everyone who sat in the waiting area. "Bristol!" Kevin yelled, getting up from his seat to run over to me.  "Where is he?" I asked frantically.  "Still in with the doc," Kevin answered, unsure what else to say.  "What's happening? The doctor called me said to hurry," I said, running my hands over my face, feeling overwhelmed.  Kevin looked over my appearance for a moment, noticing my Drake sprinkled face, and his eyes went to my soaked clothes. "Are you hurt?"  I shook my head. "No, it's not my blood." My body trembled; I felt like I was on crack, and Alek was my drug. I just needed to know what was going on. "I want to see Alek." I walked past when Kevin grabbed my arm gently. 

AT THE MANSION...After a hot bath, I got dressed in attire for a boss—a brown low cut silky top with white bellbottom dress pants and white heels. Glancing in the mirror, I felt satisfied and left for the garage, grabbing the keys to my Camaro on the way out.As I drove through LA heading towards my dad's house, I thought about the past few months how fast all this had gone and felt a little doubt which pissed me off that my father was getting in my head. Am I making the right choice? Is it too soon to marry Alek? I don't think so, but my father's words ran through my mind.With all my thoughts distracting me, I made it to my father's in no time. I parked then walked up the steps when my father opened the door before I could even knock."Hey," he said, standing in the doorway.

Bristol After I finished showering, I folded the laundry, then cleaned up the room. Even though Alek proposed and I said yes, I still feel that sleeping in the same room would cause a lot of frustration for both parties, So I stay in my room until the wedding. As I put away the last pair of jeans, the door creaked open and I glanced behind me to find Alek standing in the doorway. "Hey beautiful," he murmured. Closing the drawer, I got up from my kneeling position, smiling. "Hello handsome." Alek came across the room, making the space between us disappear. He peered down at me with an admiring smile and a longing I couldn't quite describe other than I smote him. How crazy it was to see a ruthless man smitten. Moving my long hair from my neck, moving it to one side, he placed a sensual kiss against my rapid pulse. "If only you knew how much I wanted you, Bri. It will take all my willpower to leave this room, but I know waiting is what you want and I will graciously grant it,"