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Pressing the baton against his tattooed skin, I look at him one more time. “You ready?” He nods his head eagerly. “Alright, you asked for it,” I say, hitting the button. Blais’ eyes clench, bracing for impact, but it doesn’t happen.
His eyes snap open. “Oops, I want to see those dark brown eyes when I shock you,” I taunt, knowing exactly what I’m doing. I’m giving him a taste of his own medicine from when he tortured me with this. I flip the switch and hit the button, shocking him for real this time. The muscles in his stomach tighten, showcasing his abs even more as his head falls back. I remove the baton taking in his happy face.
“Again,” he groans, reveling in the electricity coursing through him. Looking into his dark eyes, he nods at me, confirming to go again. I press the baton against his skin one more time, shocking him longer this time. His body convulses, but he never breaks eye contact with me.
“One more time, darling.” I’m hesitant, because I know just how bad this shit hurts, but he knows his limits. I go again, and this time, his legs begin to shake so I pull back from him. “That was electrifying.” He laughs, reminding me just how much of a psycho he really is.
I take in each of their bodies, seeing the blood on Ace, the red marks on Theon, and the marks from the baton on Blais. Each of them has marks on their body they put on mine when we were enemies. When we weren’t on the same side. When we didn’t love each other.
“Mark me, darling. Just like you did Ace,” Blais says, his voice breathy from the shocks.
Fuck me, I love them.
Grabbing the knife, I carve a Z into the only place not covered by tattoos, a small space on his stomach. Blais groans like he’s having an orgasm when the blade slices through his skin. The sounds coming from him make me want to fuck him right now.
When I’m done marking him, he looks down at the bloody letter, his dick twitching with excitement. “Fuck, baby. I need you right now.”
I smirk. “Not yet. It’s Theon’s turn.” I pull my attention to the massive man in the middle. My eyes roam over his face, and guilt pulls at my chest at his bruised and swollen face. I was so in my head and angry when I saw Matt chained up, I wasn’t thinking. I hurt the man I love because I wouldn’t listen. It was only made worse by Ace when he found out about Allie.
Theon says he forgives me for it, that he doesn’t blame me, but I can’t help beating myself over that. This man has lived with a scar he hates since he was young, I don’t want to give him another one that he’ll regret.
“Theon?” I ask, cautiously approaching, cupping his cheek.
“Do it.”
“Are you sure?” I don’t ever want to put him through something he’s not comfortable with. I know how he feels about the scar on his face, the scar that makes me love him even deeper, but I don’t want to permanently mark him if he doesn’t want it.
“You taught me that scars don’t have to be ugly. You found the beauty in my pain, and now I want you branded on my body. Do it, princess.”
His words bring tears to my eyes. I nod, raising the knife to his chest, carving my initial right over his heart.
“Forever,” Theon whispers.
“Forever,” I say, looking at each of my psychos in the eyes.
None of us believed we’d be in this position, or even get to this point. Hell, some days I’m concerned about my own sanity, considering all of the shit we’ve been through in such a little amount of time, but I know I’m exactly where I want to be.
This is my happy place. My three psychotic men match me in every way I’ve ever dreamed of. They challenge me every single day, they make me absolutely crazy, but they are the parts of my soul that were missing.
My soul feels complete.
Five days. Five days of having our guards down to let Zamira know who we truly are without reservation, to breathe, to be happy. To say she was pissed at us for testing her is an understatement, but ultimately, it’s brought us closer. She took her frustrations out on us in the best way possible, letting out as much anger as she could on us, and I can’t complain about it.
Since the night we revealed Matt killed Allie, Zamira seems to be in a better place. The pain etched across her face when she found out what he did was enough to gut me. Not because I wanted to spare his life, but because I wanted to save her from any harm that doesn’t come from us.
Finding out about his sins hurt her badly, realizing her best friend wasn’t the man she thought he was, but I know she’ll be okay. She’s been through so much in her life that she doesn’t deserve, even from us, but she seems to come out stronger every time.
This woman is a fucking fighter. She’s an incredible fiery force to be reckoned with. No matter what gets thrown at her, she takes it with her head held high, never letting anyone see her falter. Her strength only adds to her beauty, coercing me to fall more in love with her.
She’s pulled emotions out of me I never thought I’d ever feel again since Allie died. She’s ignited a part of my heart I thought was cold and dead. It’s hard not to fall for her charisma, charm, and innate ability to ignite a fire in our dark, grim lives.
So many things have changed since the first night she stepped foot into our club. Disdain, defiance, and anger was all she’d ever shown us as we put her through hell. She was hellbent on ripping us apart, making sure we fell to our knees. But now she looks at us with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She still has a heated passion that sparks her body to life, but now she seems lighter, happier. Like she’s finally somewhere she belongs and that makes me so fucking happy.
She had every reason to put a bullet into all of us, walking away for good. She had the opportunity to put this mess behind her to live a life away from chaos, darkness, and depravity.
But she picked us.
Only us.
