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Malice’s eyes follow him until he disappears around the corner, and then the three of them help me with the last of the stuff.
“I don’t know who the fuck he thinks he is,” Malice grumbles.
“It was fine,” I tell him. “We were just talking.”
“Yeah sure. Talking. I remember that fucker.”
I roll my eyes, going up onto my tiptoes to press a light, placating kiss to his lips. “He’s not cut from the same cloth as Troy, at least. When I told him I couldn’t go out with him that night, he didn’t even do anything. He just accepted it.”
“I meant what I said that night. And I’ll still do it if I have to.”
“Oh, that’s the guy you almost went out with.” Ransom glances down the street to where Joshua disappeared as he put the pieces together. “I didn’t know you went for that type, angel.”
His tone is joking, but there’s a flare of possessive fire in his eyes.
“I don’t,” I tell him, stepping closer and resting a hand on his chest. “You know what my type is?”
“What?”
“You.” I glance from him to Vic and Malice. “All of you.”
“Good answer, Solnyshka.” Malice’s hand comes to rest on my hip, giving a little squeeze as all three men surround me for a moment. Although Malice and Vic have more similar facial features than Ransom, all three of them look so alike in this moment, wearing nearly identical expressions of possessive heat.
I bite my lip, my heart thumping against my ribs as I let myself relish it for a moment. I can’t help but be affected by how deeply they’ve claimed me. It’s intense, but I like it. I like how much they want me.
We break apart after a moment, although I notice that the guys make a point to never leave me outside on my own for even a second after that. It doesn’t take long to finish unpacking all of our new purchases, and once the bed gets delivered a little while later, we start putting everything together. Malice and Ransom tackle the task of assembling the bedframe as the huge mattress leans against the wall next to a comfy easy chair we’ve put in the corner.
I start putting groceries away in the kitchen, pleased that Vic seems to trust me with this task, even if he’ll probably rearrange it all later anyway.
My phone buzzes in my pocket a few minutes later, and I pull it out, smiling when I see who the text is from.
Speak of the devil.
Vic’s name flashes at the top of the screen. He’s somewhere in the apartment, probably setting up his computer in the room he’s chosen for his stuff when he’s not sleeping with the rest of us.
Even now that we’ve gotten better at communicating with each other in words, I still like the text conversations we have. It’s a reminder that this was the first way we totally let our walls down with each other, somehow managing to bridge the gap that existed between us before.
VIC: Save me a cabinet?
ME: I saved you two.Just for your stuff.
VIC: Perfect. I knew I could depend on you, butterfly.
VIC: And you can always have what’s mine.
VIC: But just you. Not my brothers.
I laugh at that, but I feel special too.
ME: I’m almost done in here.
VIC: Good. I’m ready to go over stuff with you.
That last text makes me swallow hard. There will be a board meeting for the Copeland Corporation soon, and I’ll have to go to it. I can’t claim my place if I don’t. It’s going to be something completely out of my depth, and Vic promised to help me prepare for it beforehand.
Before I can head down the hall to poke my head into his computer room, Vic comes out with his laptop and settles in the living room on the couch.
I go to join him, sitting next to him.
