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Rhys shifts in my arm, sitting up next to me as she swipes at her tears. I get a good look at her now. Her face is bruised up. She has a cut that runs through her brow that has stitches. Fucking hell, rage ripples through me in an instant, the need to kill rising to the surface.
“I killed her, Ty. I killed Julie. I killed them all, except for Master Hill, but he’s in a world of pain in a burns unit in the city under police guard. Karma’s a bitch, I guess.”
“You killed them?” I lift my hand, which feels like it’s made of lead, and I stroke the backs of my fingers over her cheek.
“Yes.” She frowns. “I hate that I feel bad about killing Vik and Brock, but I don’t feel bad about stabbing the knife into Julie.
Flickers of my memory nudge at me. I see Rhys’ face, but it’s covered in blood. Her eyes look huge and wild, almost crazed. I can hear her voice. She’s screaming and crying, begging me not to leave her. I remember telling her I loved her, and the last thing I remember was her screaming for help.
A lump forms in my throat as the reality that I nearly died hits me. I was nearly taken away from my girl forever, right when I’d finally found her.
“Marry me.”
“What?” My girl’s brows head north, and mine do too when I realise what I just said out loud.
Fuck it. I’m not taking them back.
“Marry me, Kitten.”
A laugh bubbles up her throat, and a horrified expression morphs her face before she slaps her hand over her mouth.
“I’m so sorry. That was rude.” Her voice is muffled from behind her hand.
I chuckle. “Not really the reaction I was hoping for.”
Rhys giggles, dropping her hand from her mouth. “I can’t marry you, Ty. I’m only seventeen.”
“So, we’ll have a long engagement.” I shrug, and she giggles again.
“Can we revisit this in about ten years?”
“No. Ten years is too far away. I want to make you mine sooner.” I take her hand in mine, bringing it to my lips before trying to compromise. “Five years?”
“Five?” Her brows hitch again. “How about ten?”
I sigh, shooting her a frustrated look. “I’m trying to compromise here, Kitten. You gotta give me something. How about six years?”
She screws her face up. “Nine years.”
“Seven years. Come on, seven years is enough.” I plead.
“Yeah-Nah. Make it eight.” She grins.
“Eight years? I’ll be forty in eight years?” I hiss, and she shrugs.
“And I’ll be twenty-five. Besides, what makes you think I can marry you and not the other guys? That doesn’t seem very fair.”
“You can marry one of the others. After I die when I’m like eighty or something.”
She glances to the side as she considers what I just said before she nods. “I mean, if you die at eighty, I’ll be in my mid-sixties. Still plenty of time to get hitched again.”
My smile spreads wide. “Exactly.”
Rhys throws her head back, laughing. “You’re funny.”
My smile disappears. “I’m not trying to be funny, Kitten. I’m dead fucking serious.”
Her head tilts to the side as her fingers play with mine before she entwines them together. “Well then,Daddy. Looks like you’d better find a place in the world that will let me marry five guys, because if I marry you, I’m marrying the other four as well.”
