God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

To which Levi smiled and nodded, so I told them, “I’m not fazed by threats, but I respect that, sir. I’ll do my best to get your approval as long as you don’t meddle between me and Bran.” Aiden raised a brow at that and Levi grumbled and walked away, but I did catch a glimpse of my lotus flower smiling.

He laughs, the sound like smooth honey. And I’m not the reason behind it. Am I thinking about pitching a little girl in the water so she’ll join the fucking ducks? Yes, yes, I am.

...I wonder how their future daughter deals with both of them

The kid has the audacity to tell Bran, “Wait for me. I’m going to come back for you when I grow up.” Her mom apologizes again as she laughs and whisks the girl off before I go ahead and dump her in the lake a la serial killer. “Stop glaring, Nikolai.” “The nerve of that little shit.” I snatch the flower she gave him and throw it down.

“Are you seriously swearing at a kid?” “What did she whisper to you?” “You need help, fairy-tale prince?” “That fucking⁠—” “I mean, you do give off scary vibes.” “And what did you tell her?” “That’s a secret.” “What do you mean by secret? Don’t tell me you’re taking a fucking kid’s side over mine?” “Don’t tell me you’re actually jealous of a kid?” “What if I am?”

He kisses me like he will never let go of me. Like he’ll burn for me as hot as I burn for him. I want this moment to last forever, please and fucking thank you.

“What’s your name again?” “If you don’t remember it, that could be an early sign of dementia. I suggest you call your doctor.” “You believe yourself to be funny?” “Not intentionally.” “I just don’t see it.” “Your dementia? No one does at early stages.”

So I swallowed the knife with its blood and pretended everything would be fine. I did encourage her. I did kiss her back. I did feel drunk on the sense of power she offered me. A man can’t be raped by a woman. That’s the stigma that stayed in my head even though the nausea from that time followed me for the rest of my life.

GET THE GJNBNNN GET MY FUCKING NABAY OH MY BAYABH I LOVR HLU BRANDOM PLEASS FUCK I HATE THAT THIS SHIT HAPPENED YLI UOU MY SWEET BABY

“This is for putting your hands on him and driving him to the fucking edge. You better wait for me in hell, bitch. I’ll fucking murder you all over again.”

“Bran, I need to ask you a very serious question.” I straighten, all humor disappearing. “Anything.” “What do you like about my twat of a son?” “The twat part didn’t need to be there!” Nikolai pushes his dad teasingly. “I also didn’t need to ask that very silly question when you’re already together.” “His dad did it. I wanted you to do it as well.” My chuckle breaks their banter and I clear my throat. “I like that he oozes confidence, too much so sometimes. I like that he’s fiercely loyal, intensely protective, and loves with every fiber of his being. I like that he never fakes his actions or his emotions—what you see is literally what you get. But most of all, I like, no, I love that he loves me.” A shit-eating grin covers Nikolai's face and I smile back, not even embarrassed by saying all that out loud. “That was actually very touching,” Kyle says, then nudges his son with a foot. “Happy now?”

Never giving that painting up. Will probably have to put a request in my will to bury it with me so that when I meet Satan, I can tell him all about my lotus flower.

I kid you not. Once, Kill threw a lighter at my head since he loves hitting me with random shit. Bran threw it back at his head and told him point-blank not to hit me anymore or he wouldn’t stand for it.

“I wouldn’t have it with anyone but you.” My mouth reaches for his and I kiss him slower this time, taking my fill of him. I love this man with everything I have and don’t have. I love him with my sane and insane parts. He’s my lotus flower. My Prince Charming. The love of my life. Mine.