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The door to the bathroom opened, and Sugar stepped out. He stopped mid-step and took in the room.

While Joshua stared at Sugar, Bean moved behind him to block the door.

“What the fuck is going on?” Sugar demanded.

I raised my hands in a placating manner. “I can explain. It’s not what you think.”

“It better not be what I think,” Sugar said.

“I met Joshua online six months ago. We started chatting and really hit it off. I invited him to come to Kahakai so we could meet in person. He was just telling me his friends thought I was catfishing him.”

“Kalani,” Sugar said slowly.

“What the fuckisgoing on?” Joshua shouted. “You two know each other?”

“Yeah,” I admitted and met Joshua’s eyes. “I was catfishing you. He’s my husband.”

Joshua stared at me blankly.

Glancing at Sugar, I stage-whispered. “He’s your wedding present.”

I smiled when my favorite look appeared on his face. “And there’s mine.”

“I don’t know what the fuck’s going on, but I’m out,” Joshua shouted and turned to leave.

“Is there a problem with your room?” Bean asked menacingly, widening his stance to fill the doorway.

While Joshua had his back to Sugar, Sugar crossed the room and wrapped one arm around his brother’s neck and used the other to push Joshua’s head forward as he squeezed. “As a wedding gift to me, your new sister-in-law tricked you into coming to Hawaii so I can kill you. That’s what’s going on, dumbass.”

Joshua tried to fight against Sugar, but his carotid arteries were no match for my man’s strong arms. He lost consciousness in less than a minute.

Sugar released his hold on his brother and let him hit the floor with a thud.

“I fucking love you,” he said and pulled me in for a kiss.

“I fucking love you too.”

“Later, kids,” Bean interrupted. “Our ride’s here.”

“Our ride?” Sugar asked.

“You can’t kill him here. We have to move him to the clubhouse.”

“Right.” Sugar and Bean lifted Joshua from the floor and carried him to the golf cart waiting right outside the room.

“I can’t believe you did this for me,” he said.

“I didn’t do this for you. Watching you dismember that shit stain a few weeks ago while wearing that butcher’s apron was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I want to see it again.”

“You weren’t supposed to be watching that,” he warned.

“Spank me for it later. You’ve got an apron to wear.”

“So, you got me a wedding present, but I have to kill it the way you want me to? Whose present is it?”

“I just told you I didn’t do this for you. You’ve been my husband for five fucking minutes, and you’ve already stopped listening to me!”