“You got it,” Max answers. “And he isn’t coming back.”
Trent, who controlled my life, who lied and schemed is finally out of my life for good.
I’m overwhelmed, tears spilling down my cheeks, but they’re happy tears, the kind that come from a weight lifting off my heart. It’s not just the threat to my life that’s gone—it’s his manipulations, his rules, the way he kept me from my mom, from myself.
I’m free, truly free, and it feels like I can breathe for the first time in years.
Max wipes my tears with his thumb, his eyes soft but with that Daddy firmness I love.
“It’s all over, Billie,” he says, kissing my forehead. “You don’t have to worry about Trent ever again.”
I cling to him, my heart bursting, feeling like I’m finally the Billie I want to be, not just Billie B.
Behind us, Luke and Richie are squealing, jumping into Cole and Connor’s arms, their giggles filling the penthouse. The room’s alive with joy, the nervous waiting forgotten as we reunite with our Daddies.
But then Max’s gaze shifts, landing on the kitchen counter—our bowls of ice cream, half-melted, covered in sprinkles and chocolate sauce, evidence of our Little Guard raid. His eyebrow quirks, a playful sternness creeping into his expression.
“Looks like someone’s been naughty,” Max says, his voice low and teasing. “Defying Daddy’s rules again, huh? You’re definitely getting a spanking later, Little One.”
I giggle, my cheeks flushing, that naughty Little spark flaring in my tummy like it did last night when he threatened a triple spanking.
“Why later, Daddy?” I say, sticking out my tongue, my voice sassy but warm. “I’m ready now!”
Luke and Richie burst out laughing, their Daddies shaking their heads, and Max’s grin tells me he’s loving my cheekiness, even if he’s pretending to be stern.
“Careful what you wish for,” Daddy says, pulling me close again, his voice a mix of warning and affection.
“I love you, Daddy,” I say, the words tumbling out of my mouth. “I want us to be together Forever.”
“And so do I, my darling Billie,” Max says, his eyes full of love as he holds me close. “You mean more to me than anything.And it will be the greatest honor of my life to call you my Little…Forever.”
I snuggle into Max, my heart full of joy, knowing that with Trent gone, we can start building that life we talked about—but maybe not before a comforting spanking and whatever might follow in one of the penthouse’s several bedrooms…
Chapter 26
Max
2 MONTHS LATER
The sun’s high and warm, casting a golden glow over the café’s outdoor seating area, the air filled with the hum of chatter and the clink of coffee cups. I’m at a table with Cole, Connor, and Henry, my fellow Night Ops men, sipping a black coffee, its bitterness grounding me in this moment of peace.
Life as a Guard is about as far removed from peace as you can get, but right now… I’m close.
Across the patio, Billie, Luke, Richie, and Henry’s Little, Bodie, are at their own table, giggling over a pile of coloring books and glitter pens, their stuffies lined up like an audience.
Billie’s in a pastel t-shirt and shorts, his hair shimmering in the light, his laughter carrying over the bustle, and I can’t take my eyes off him. Two months after the warehouse, after putting a bullet in Trent and ending the Varkov threat, life feels like a dream I never thought I’d have—and I’m all there for it.
The café overlooks a sprawling park, green and vibrant, where we’re headed for a picnic later—blankets, sandwiches, and games planned, the kind of carefree day Billie deserves.
I lean back, watching him scribble with a pink pen, his sass shining through as he teases Luke about his unicorn drawing.
“He’s doing good,” I say, my voice low, turning to Cole, Connor, and Henry. “Billie and me, we’re figuring it out. We’re living in his apartment for now, but we’re looking at houses in the suburbs soon, somewhere with a yard, maybe a playroom. Well, there’s nomaybeabout it. The boy is getting a playroom, and that’s all there is to it. He’s taking a break from the industry, working on a new album—something personal, his own words, not Trent’s scripts. He’s even talking about acting again, getting back to his roots, maybe doing some writing too.”
Cole grins, his coffee mug pausing halfway to his mouth.
“Sounds like you’ve got it all worked out, brother,” Cole says, his voice wise and easy. “Having your own Little—it changes everything, makes life fuller. Trust me, Richie’s taught me that.” His eyes flick to the boys’ table, softening with that Daddy look we all share.
Connor nods, his usual stoic face cracking a smile.
