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We lay there, a pile of sweaty sex.
I twitch and smile into Magnus’s mouth as he kisses me one last time.
He leans his head back. “Fuck.”
Simon crawls out from behind me, slowly pulling himself out of my stuffed pussy.
I climb off of Magnus and fall onto the bed beside him.
Simon lays on the other side of me, and I outstretch my arms to both men, one on each of their stomachs.
“That was fucking intense,” I tell them while looking up blankly at the ceiling.
Magnus leans up on his elbow and stares at me. “You’re definitely going to need a Plan B after that one.”
I laugh and exhale, a million emotions floating through me all at once. Simon is in my life. Magnus is okay with it. Hell, Coen is even on board with it. And he's safe. My sweet Coen is going to live. But then my heart tugs at the seams of thinking of Dominic.
The distance between us never having been greater and no matter what I do, I can’t help but feel like we might not make it through this.
34
DOMINIC
Ihaven’t eaten anything in three days. I’m not even sure if I’ve slept. For the first time in my life, this pit in my chest takes hold, and I don’t know if it’s grief or a fucking heart attack.
I pop an aspirin and swallow it down with a thick gulp of bourbon.
June hasn’t been home. Magnus comes and gets her some clothes, but he prevents any reason for her to come here.
Home. I throw the bottle of aspirin across the room. “This isn’t her home, you fucking idiot.”
Coen is supposed to be discharged soon, but is he going to want to come back to an empty house? He risked his life to save Simon fucking Beckett—there’s no way he’s going to be without June during his recovery.
Will he go there? The same place that Magnus has spent most of his time, too?
This house is so fucking empty without any of them here.
All of them abandoning me for the man who was once my enemy.
I snatch my keys off the counter and take off toward the garage. If they’re going to leave, so am I.
I drive without a care across town, not stopping at lights or stop signs or using a single fucking turn signal. I speed carelessly and don't give a shit about whether a semi fucking crashes into me or not.
What’s the point?
How did I go from being on top of the world, having it all, a multi-billion-dollar criminal syndicate, and now I’m a man without a fucking purpose?
I hadher. The strongest, most fearless, bravest woman I have ever known, and I let her slip through my arrogant fingers. I lied, I pushed her away, I did everything wrong and nothing right.
Maybe I just have one of those hearts that’s bound to break.
I pull into the parking garage and hop straight out of my SUV, not bothering to shut the door or lock it. Someone can steal it for all I fucking care.
I push the button and wait for an answer. A second goes by, then two. I sigh and rub my hand through my beard. I knew this was a terrible fucking idea, but yet, I did it anyway. I lean my head against the building, my fist balling and tapping it, defeat washing through me.
But when the buzzer sounds and the door unlocks, I’m renewed with the tiniest bit of hope.
I barge straight into the building and go for the elevator, pushing the code in and waiting for the door to open. I climb inside and ride the thing all the way to the top. It opens, revealing Simon’s immaculate penthouse and June, Simon, and Magnus all in the kitchen.
