He even wished he could call off the marriage but there was nothing he could do as his hands were tied both legally and emotionally. He had less than ten minutes till he got home, so he stretched back on the back cushion and dozed off with his head nodding to the hip-hop booming from the car radio.
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Ethan tried to join in on Pandora's ride but was met by her persistent rejection.
" We have painted Braxton enough, just imagine having him see you come around his house. Do you want your ass killed?" She asked. They had done enough damage to her arranged husband, any more of them around him and he was likely to pull out his pistol.
" Nope. Just text me when you're settled, okay?" he requested, shutting her car door for her.
" Okay, Bye!" She replied, reversing on the driveway and zooming off leaving him to watch her car recede in the distance.
