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“Christian,” she whispers.
“Hey,” I whisper back.
Her eyes scan over me for a moment. “Are you okay?” She asks, looking into my eyes.
“Yeah, I think so, what happened?” I ask, not being able to remember anything. I seriously thought I had died, and I was ready to die for her. I will always be prepared to die for her.
It was either I stepped in with Sebastian Jr., or he was going to fucking take Nicole, and I couldn’t fucking let that fucking happen.
“You have been out for a month. They had to do surgery on your stomach. There was a lot of damage,” Nicole states softly.
I remove my hand from her neck and slowly sit up, resting my back on the bed frame.
She quickly stands up and sits on the bed next to me. I rest my hand on her leg as I turn and look at Ty. His eyes are locked on me.
“You okay?” I ask him softly.
His hand is resting on top of Lyric’s. They are not a thing, but I can see it coming even if he can’t.
“I should be asking you that. I’m sorry I failed you, Christian,” he states softly. His words cut me because he didn’t fail me. He didn’t do anything wrong.
“Ty, you didn’t fail me. I’m okay,” I state, needing him to fucking hear me.
Ty takes a deep, shaky breath. Nicole leans down and rests her head against my chest. I lift my arm and wrap it around her head, pulling her against me as I lean in and kiss the top of her head.
We all made it. We all survived, and at the end of the day, that is all that fucking matters.
I suck in a deep breath when I hear plates shattering in the kitchen, making my heart drop. I quickly stand up from the chair, shaking my head, trying to shake the memory from my mind. I make my way around the desk and out of my office. My breathing starts to increase as I go down the hallway, hearing the refrigerator crashing down to the floor.
The fuck?
I stopped at the entrance to the kitchen when I saw my wife standing next to the fridge. She is completely fucking naked, gorgeous. I scan over the kitchen, it’s completely fucking destroyed, making me remember the day she asked me to kill her, and instead we made love for the first time. I lean against the door frame and cross my arms over my naked chest. I am only wearing sweatpants, making me smile and making the memory of our first time together that much more real. Nicole’s breathing is calm and steady as she slightly turns around, her eyes locked with mine, making my heart stop when I see the smile on her face.
“We need a new kitchen, babe,” she says simply, keeping her eyes on me.
When she killed her father, it didn’t affect her the way I thought it would, but after all, we did find out her father sold her, or at least tried to. She had no love for that man at the end. Her father was in on everything that happened to her, that sick motherfucker. I thought I would lose her to herself again, but I didn’t, I didn’t let her go, and we walked through all the fucking craziness together.
And now I get to fucking finally give her the life she always deserved.
“I can do that,” I whisper, watching her.
She slowly turns around and faces me. I look up and down her beautiful fucking scarred body, stopping on the brand I gave her on her chest. I fucking love seeing my name on her skin.
“We need a new fridge, babe,” she says as she approaches me.
“I can do that,” I whisper, feeling my heart speed up.
“We need new plates and cups, too, babe,” she says as she takes another step toward me. My dick starts to harden in my sweatpants.
I nod, allowing a smile to form across my lips. “I can do that,” I whisper. She can break everything in this house, and I will replace it all tomorrow. I will never try to fucking tame her. If she wants to break shit, she can break shit. That stuff means nothing to me; she is the only thing that matters.
She stops when her chest touches mine. She tilts her head to the side, looking over my stomach and chest, filling my belly with butterflies. Her eyes once again locked with mine.
She smiles and starts to walk around me. I reach out and grab her arm, pulling her against me. She looks up at me with that sexy-ass fucking smile.
“Where do you think you are going?” I ask through gritted teeth.
Her eyes fill with desire and love. “I think we need to replace the bed next, babe,” she simply says.
