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I turn, and my lungs seize. “Holy shit, love. You look breathtaking.” I stride toward her, her smile growing with every step. That smile is what my heart beats for now.
The bastard’s life has been circling this drain for decades, and now it ends. Not quick, not merciful. Justice, Quinn style.
“Call another woman darlin’ again, and neither of you will be walking out of here alive,” she says with a straight face. It makes my cock twitch, her being possessive like this. “I hear you. No problem. Never again.”
“Champagne?” A deep British voice cuts in behind me. “Sure,” I mutter. The flute is in my hand a second later, but Stephanie goes stiff beside me. Her body jolts against mine. “What is it?” I lean down, my mouth close to her ear. “I—uh… I don’t mean to be rude, but that guy’s face was a mess.” A mess? She swallows, her voice dropping lower. “Like… broken. Like he took a heavy beating and walked away without an eye.”
british guy with a bashed up face who shouldn't be there.... that has to either be the Preacher or the Bowen that Conan supposedly killed in the ring.
when I kiss her, it isn’t the kiss of a man who’s claiming. It’s the kiss of a man who’s surrendering. I might as well be on my fucking knees. Because I’ve finally fucking found the one thing stronger than the darkness inside me. Her.
now, we’ve got family everywhere. Because that’s what this is. Not just business. Not just vengeance. Family. And we protect our own—fiercely.
“I need you to remember how much I love you. Because once I open that door, it might not seem like love. But it is. It’s my way of showing you.”
He grins, a wicked flash of teeth. “I did say I’d die for you, love. Dying inside of you doesn’t seem so bad.”
“The annulment?” I whisper. Tears sting as I step closer. Both our signatures are scrawled across the page, mocking me, promising an end I can’t survive. “You signed them?” I can’t hide my hurt. “Not for the reason you think, love. Turn around.” I spin around to face him, my throat burning, only to find him on one knee. “You’re a brave man.” I shake my head, choked between a sob and a laugh. “I was about to punch you in the balls. I never want to see those papers again.” “Me neither, love. Me neither.”
His face is buried in my neck, his voice muffled and wrecked. “See? You don’t need a perfect husband, love. You just need me. Exactly as I am.” I thread my fingers through his damp hair, holding him tight. “Exactly as you are, Finn. And I’ll never let you go.”
“Hi, beautiful,” I whisper. “Finn. You look so handsome my panties are wet.” The priest clears his throat, but I can’t help the smile tugging at my mouth.
The priest starts his speech, but all I see is her. The way she lights up the room, the way she’s always lit up my fucking life.
“Loving you is the only thing that makes everything in here okay.” I tap my temple.
“Dec. I need you to take Nyx,” I murmur. He freezes. “You never fucking mentioned that. You know how I feel about it.” “It?” I growl. He sighs. “Put your arm next to Stephanie’s, and I’ll move her over, okay? Just… breathe normally and relax,” I tell him calmly. Christ, they’re all such pussies when it comes to Nyx. I move her carefully, and Declan looks like he’s about to piss himself before dropping into the front row with Charlotte.
As the priest announces us husband and wife, I crash my lips to hers. One hand locked around her throat. I kiss her with everything I am. Everything I’ll ever be. Everything she’s healed inside me. A love like this burns eternal. And I vow to spend every day of my life making sure my wife knows she saved me. That she brought me back to life. And that I would die for her. She is my purpose. My fucking world. Our love is intense. Some might say it’s crazy. But, it’s perfect, and it’s ours. Forever.