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“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me too,” she whispers.
Our lips meet for a tender kiss and, for the first time in my life, I feel settled. I feel like I’m home.
When she pulls back, her lips curve into a smile. “I’m kind of hungry after all of that.”
I grin and go find something to snack on. When I open the pantry door, the first thing my eyes land on is a bag of Cheetos. I’m pretty sure Declan’s housekeeper stocked my kitchen recently, and she definitely knows how much the girls love those damn things. I grin and grab the bag. Fuck it. They helped save my girl’s life, and they’re pretty damn good. Might as well enjoy them right along with her.
She bursts out laughing when she sees the bag in my hands. “I told you they were delicious.”
“Hush. Eat your damn Cheetos.”
With smiles plastered on our faces, we sit side by side, completely naked, eating bright orange, crunchy snacks. When our fingers are covered in cheesy dust, I pull her hand to my mouth and lick each one of her digits until they’re clean. She does the same to mine. My cock is painfully hard again, and she notices. My eyes roll back in my head when she gets on her knees and lowers her mouth to take me in deep.
I’m so close I can hardly stand it, but I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want to be buried deep in her pussy, so I wrap my fist around her ponytail and pull her away from my cock before I flip her onto her back and thrust into her.
It’s rough and fast. Within minutes, we shout out each other’s names as we come. We collapse together, still connected. We stay like that until we start to doze off with a crushed bag of Cheetos beneath us.
“Love you, Daddy,” she whispers.
“I love you, too, Scarlet.”
* * *
Blood dripsfrom my knuckles as I stare into Maxwell’s eyes. It’s been days since we captured him on that mountain, and every morning, Declan and I have come to this warehouse to make him pay for his sins. Being a traitor in the mafia is a death sentence in and of itself, but trying to hurt our women is even worse. We show him no mercy. Instead of making his death quick, we make it as slow and painful as possible. He won’t die until the infections from his wounds kill him, and that’s just fine with me.
We already killed the Russians Hawk and his brothers captured. Of course we tortured them for information before doing so. Apparently, Maxwell was just a greedy fucker who decided to turn against his own for an extra five million dollars that the Russian guys offered for information about where to find us. They wanted to use the girls as leverage for territory so they could start their own syndicate. Fucking idiots.
“See you tomorrow, asshole,” Declan mutters as we leave Maxwell chained up in the cell he’ll die in.
We walk out together and climb into the waiting SUV where I bring up the camera system at my house so I can check on Scarlet. She’s in my office working away on her laptop. Even though I swore I wouldn’t let her out of my sight again, I knew that wasn’t reasonable. So I have a camera in every single room of the house, including our bathroom, so I can see her anytime I’m away. Some people might call it creepy, but I call it being a good Daddy.
“Good luck tonight,” Declan says when he gets out of the SUV in front of his house.
“Thanks.” I’m gonna need it. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this nervous in my life but right now, I feel like I could vomit. I just hope she says yes because even though I’m going to ask, I’m not actually asking. She’s mine. Forever. I look down at my most recent tattoo and smile. In small script across my ring finger is her name. I can hardly wait for her to see it.
I’d thought about getting her name tattooed on my dick to prove to her she’ll never have to worry about me straying, but I decided to start with my finger. If she continues to have insecurities, I’ll be right back in that tattoo chair getting my dick branded for her. She’s my everything, and I will prove it to her over and over again until the day I die.
EPILOGUE
SCARLET
“Baby girl. Come here.”
The hair on the back of my neck prickles. Based on the tone of his voice, I don’t think I want to go over there. Which is why I pretend not to hear him and continue reading, which I’ve been doing since we had dinner. He wouldn’t let me help him clean up afterward and then sent me to the living room to relax. He rarely lets me lift a finger to help with anything.
“Scarlet. I know you heard me. Do I need to count?”
Well, shoot. That sucks. With a sigh, I put down my tablet and go to him. He’s on one of the overstuffed chairs, so the only place I can sit is on his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and snuggle in as he leans back and looks at me.
“It’s time we talk about you disobeying Patrick’s direct order to run.”
Yeah. I had a feeling this was coming. It’s been nearly a week since all of that went down, and I’ve been hoping he’d forgotten. Silly me. I should have known.
“Okay but before you lecture me, can I plead my case?”
He raises an eyebrow but tips his head forward. “Go ahead.”
Right. I should have had a speech prepared.
