“Yes.” He brushed his lips against mine. “Dante told me how I can do it. Anson too. We could all be a family forever. You’d be my wife.” His voice shook.
“Klaus, I know marriage scares you?—”
“You fucking terrify me,” he rasped. “But only because I love you so damn much and fear what my life would become without you. So know that I want this. Forever. I just want to do it right. When the time comes, I will ask you properly. OK?”
I nodded. “OK.”
He gave me a relieved smile. “Sleep, my sweet girl. It’s late. You have a lot to do tomorrow.”
I snuggled against him, breathing in his rich cologne as he held me tightly.
I closed my eyes, letting the sleep take me, my mind on getting Anson and Klaus as my husbands. I knew it was possible, and I wanted it badly. I loved them so damn much. They were my world with Evan and Ellis.
But like it always did, my horsemen crept into my mind, dragging me away from the bliss I wanted.
This was just how my life was these days.
“It’s in the fucking news!”Evan snarled, storming through our room. “How the fuck is it in the news?”
Anson rubbed his eyes and sat forward on the couch as I stared down at the stack of gossip magazines littered with images of me taken at different times in my career, but they all had similar headings.
Bishop Attacked…Again!
Not All Hearts Are Wanted… Ask Bishop.
Bishop Gifted a Real Heart by Stalker.
And they went on and on. The internet was worse. It wasn’t what I wanted to wake up to, but here we were.
“I need to make some calls,” Anson muttered, pulling his phone out.
“Are you OK?” Dante asked as I closed my eyes.
“Not really,” I answered weakly.
Dante snapped his fingers at Trent. “Get her something to drink. Now.”
“Man, you could ask nicely,” Trent muttered, getting to his feet. I hadn’t had a chance to properly greet Trent. It had seemingly been a madhouse yesterday, and the guys spent most of the time planning for my safety.
“You want some food, red?” Ryder called out. “I can order something.”
I shook my head, despite my stomach growling. “No.”
“I’m going to make some calls,” Klaus said, getting to his feet. I watched him go into the room we slept in last night and close the door behind him.
Anson had moved to another part of the suite and was talking to someone, his voice low.
“Evan?” I called out.
“Ro.” He was at my side in a moment. “What do you need, baby?”
I hated the worry in his voice. On his face.
“Can you check on Ellis?” I asked.
He squeezed my hands and left me to go to her room.
“Maybe you need some time off,” Dante said.
