Breaking Her Rules by Katie Reus

pointing their weapons at anyone.
    Wyatt was rumpled with a bruise forming on his cheek while Keibler looked ten times worse. They
    stood on opposite sides of the table, but Wyatt looked ready to murder Keibler at any second.
    “What the hell is going on?” Forest finally sputtered.
    She ignored him and focused on Wyatt. “The cops on their way?”
    “Yeah. You okay?” He looked as if he wanted to say more and he even made a move toward her,
    but then he looked at Keibler and remained still, watching the other man as if he’d kill him if Keibler made one wrong move.
    Before she could say anything, the door opened and her guys along with the rest of Forest’s men
    spilled into the room. Of course Forest’s security had their weapons drawn. This was one giant
    clusterfuck and while she hated involving the cops, it was definitely necessary. Everyone started
    talking at once, but she tuned everyone out and turned to Jay, who hadn’t moved either. “Did you
    secure that drink?”
    “Yep.” His expression grim, he shot the woman on the ground an angry glare.
    Fae wasn’t knocked out, but she also wasn’t struggling. Probably because she was in a shitload of
    pain and realized she’d never escape now.
    Still, Iris didn’t move from her position on top of the murderous bitch. The police could sort
    everything out but until then, Iris was staying put.

    Chapter 9

    Wyatt wrapped his arm around Iris and pulled her close. She didn’t think of resisting that strong
    embrace. They were sitting on a bench seat in a quiet office at the police station. Outside noise
    filtered through the door, but they didn’t have to deal with the full brunt of ringing phones and
    criminals shouting at the police as they were hauled in to be booked. After spending the last few
    hours answering questions and filling out reports, her adrenaline surge had long since faded and she was coming down in a bad way. She’d already told Vincent he was temporarily in charge of the team
    and as of right now, she was simply Wyatt’s wife.
    Wife.
    God, the word scared the hell out of her. What the hell did she know about being a wife?
    Especially to a man like Wyatt. He had so much money she could barely comprehend it. The mansion
    in Miami was enough to make her break out in a cold sweat, but he also had one in Vegas—even if he
    lived at one of his hotels. That was another thing she could barely get a handle on. The man owned
    hotels. As in plural. One was crazy enough, but he was so diversified in his businesses, she was sure he owned more property and companies than she could imagine. If they did this marriage thing for
    real, would she be expected to fit a certain role? No doubt. And she wasn’t sure she could live up to whatever expectations he had in mind.
    She closed her eyes and laid her head against his shoulder, trying to banish those insecure thoughts.
    She was more than tired and freaked out beyond belief that someone had gotten close enough to Wyatt to hurt him. The thought that she might have lost him had shredded up her insides and left her barely hanging on to her control.
    Wyatt turned slightly and set his chin on her head. His warm breath teased her hair. “Have you
    heard anything?” he murmured.
    “No.” She still had her earpiece in and while the team was standing outside the office, just she and Wyatt were inside waiting to be told they could go.
    Luckily her boss had enough pull here at the station that they’d been afforded a little privacy.
    Hence the quiet waiting room of some sergeant’s office.
    “I’m hoping they get a hit on that woman’s fingerprints,” she continued.
    Wyatt grunted. “Me too. I can’t believe Keibler’s denying involvement. Stupid fucker. He’s going
    down for this.”
    Hell yeah, he was. Even if Iris had to do it herself. “I guess the good news is that Forest is selling to you.” Before they’d left with the police, the older man had pulled Wyatt aside and told him he’d have his