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The loud round of applause and cheers from our small crowd is almost deafening as I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her to me.
"Are you ready for what comes next? I ask suggestively.
"More than ready."
Lacing my fingers through hers, I turn her toward our small gathering, but I don't really see any of them; I'm too excited for the surprise I've organized.
"Where are we going?" Mia asks as our car sails past our new home, heading for the other side of town. "I thought we had a date with our bed."
"Oh, we do. Just a little later than you're expecting."
"O-okay. Is this a new tradition?"
"Nah, it's an optional thing."
"Riiight."
She stares out of the window as we make our way through the center of Gravestone before the Town car pulls to a stop on the street.
"What the hell?" she asks, looking at the various businesses that line the street.
"Come on." Jumping out of the car, I reach back in to take her hand, aware of just how big her dress is.
The street is mostly empty, but the little group of young women outside one of the restaurants immediately turn to look at us.
"They think you're my wife," I tell her when their eyes remain on us as we get a little closer to them.
"Good. It'll stop them trying to take what's mine."
A growl rumbles up my throat. "Getting possessive, Queen."
"Too right. You're mine, Bexley Easton. This town might think they own you, but the truth is, you only belong to me."
"And I wouldn't have it any other way," I say, turning her and forcing her back into a doorway.
"Bexley," she says with a laugh, pressing her palms against my cheek to stop me from molesting her in the street, or whatever it is she thinks I'm about to do.
It soon becomes very apparent that the last thing she's expecting is for me to reach out and open the door I've backed her into and guide her into the building.
"Bexley?" she asks suspiciously.
"Good evening. I hear we're celebrating," a young, almost fully inked-up man says when he emerges from a back room to greet us.
"Um… t-thank you. W-why are we in a tattoo studio?"
"It's time to get our new brands, baby."
Her chin drops. Her lips twitch, but she doesn't say anything.Lifting my hand, I run my fingertips over the scarred brand over her heart.
"It's time to replace this, to make it ours and part of our future, not our past.”
"Bex," she sighs, her eyes filling with tears.
"Follow me, and you can see what your boy's been working on," Jet says, gesturing for us to go ahead of him.
I've been here a couple of times over the past few weeks as he's helped me with our design.
"Take a seat please, Miss," Jet says once we're at his section, and I help Mia up before unzipping the back of her dress and allowing her to free her arm.
