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Xander: Highlight of my night.
Matthias: The two of you made a fucking mess of it. You’re lucky I caught the camera feed and wiped it. Next time find somewhere hidden.
Me: What the fuck did they say?
Bash: Nothing anyone will say again.
There’s a simmer in my veins, but I know for any of us to survive, I have to trust my brothers. I put down my phone and take another sip of my drink, letting the smooth liquid burn my throat.
I reach into my briefcase, pulling out the small velvet box. My Little Nymph is playing a dangerous game. Five minutes after the lights turn off in her room, I set my glass down and make my way to her. A butter knife makes quick work of the hinges, and it’s seconds before I have the door off and set against the wall.
Misty sits up, arms crossed over her chest. She’s wearing one of my oversized shirts, which hangs off her shoulder, revealing her tanned skin beneath. But it’s the tears streaming down her face that catch my attention, and it’s like I’ve been slammed in the gut.
I crawl over the bed and shift my weight over her, brushing back one of her tears with my thumb before licking it off. “Are these tears from me?”
She shakes her head no.
I meet her eyes, a striking green highlighted by her tears. “Then why?”
“Your mother’s right.” She looks devastated, and I want to tear the world to pieces to fix it.
“About what?” I ask, swiping away another tear.
“That I don’t belong with you? That I’ll just ruin everything.”
I’m going to fucking kill my mother. “You’re not an idiot. Don’t act like one.”
Misty jerks her face away, but I grip her jaw, dragging her attention back to me. “I don’t give a single fuck what anyone else thinks. What do you think?”
She looks between my eyes, scanning back and forth between them before the seam between her brows loosens. “I want to be here.”
“Good girl.”
I sit back, forcing myself to give her some semblance of distance. Her brows pull together as she watches me present her with a small, black velvet box.
She gasps, taking it from me, eyes wide as she traces her finger along the seam.
I cover her hand with mine. “Open it.”
As if snapping out of a daze, she lifts the lid on its hinges, and her mouth falls open at the sight of the ten-carat canary diamond in the center.
“I can’t take this.”
“It’s cute that you think you have a choice.” My jaw clenches at her rejection. I lift her hand with one of mine and slide the jewelry over her finger. It fits perfectly, as expected since I measured it in her sleep.
For all her feigned resistance, she doesn’t try to stop me, instead following the movement in stunned silence.
I lift her knuckles and press my lips against them. “Don’t take this off.” I lie flat on the bed and pull her side against me, marveling at the sight of my ring circling her finger. There’s no mistaking she’s mine.
“That sounds impractical.”
“I’m not joking.”
She just rolls her eyes. I’m addicted to this part of her. The feistiness she only shows me.
She yawns, and her eyes droop, so I kiss her softly for several heartbeats. “Sleep, beautiful.”
I run my fingers through her hair, curling the ends until her breathing evens out. I avoid her back, knowing she’s not ready to tell me yet, but she will be. And when she does, whoever the fuck hurt her will wish he was dead.
