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“Embalming Bitches Services. Fuck us over, and we fuck you up. How can I help you?”
“Macushla, you’ve made quite the impression tonight. I’ll remember you, and when I find you, it’ll be my turn to hogtie you, eh? That pretty olive skin of yours will be so fun to mark up. I bet you’ll scream so pretty for me,” he snarled, the green of his eyes now practically black.
“I will find you, macushla.” His voice carried over the sounds of the city. “And when I do, I will wring that pretty throat of yours.”
I was a fucked-up version of Cinderella. One who’d never known the love of her father and didn’t get rescued by a fairy godmother or Prince Charming. And if Prince Charming showed up now, I would probably eat him.
Ten out of ten chance that her underwear was soaked.
“My wife, Scarletta Romano, and I are so excited to finally announce our union.”
I wouldn’t be surprised if he returned the favor to his new wife. Asshole claimed he wanted nothing to do with the woman romantically. Hell, I didn’t either, but I wouldn’t refuse a fuck if she wanted one.
“If you want to tell a woman what to do, go tell your own fucking wife, Enzo.” Caleb canted his head toward Scar. “She can wear whatever the fuck she wants. One, because that’s her fucking prerogative, and two, I know my dick is good enough to keep her coming and coming and coming…back to me every time.”
White hot rage had replaced the pity party from seconds before. “You may not want to fuck me, husband, but if you stick your dick in another bitch, I’ll cut the fuckin’ thing off. Which would be a shame because it feels like it’s a nice mouthful.” I stepped in closer. “You may like sharing, but I won’t fucking share you,” I snarled, releasing his dick and walking into the shower before he retaliated.
Ryan was now my sole friend, and we only spoke every few months. But we’d connected on a soul level and didn’t need daily communication. It was a relationship that transcended space and time. Plus, she didn’t have a dick. Dicks were trouble.
“I owe you nothing. Not my name. Not my attention. And sure as fuck not my politeness,” I bit out. Men like him preyed on women who’d been told “don’t be a bitch.” That term had been used to shrink women for so long that some still believed the lie. Be a bitch. Eat the ones who want to prey on you.
“Oh, babe, I can handle her just fine. In fact, I could handle her and fuck you with my fingers if I wanted to,” he answered, his eyes dipping toward where I was licking my lips at his proposal. But then he turned, swinging a leg over the beauty. “Too bad we’ve got places to be. So put the helmet on and plaster that pussy to the back of my ass cheeks.”
“Кровь ничего не решает,”
Gray sweatpants and dickprints were to women what tits were to men. Instant insanity the minute they’re put in our faces, and I was not immune to their enticing pull. Especially the one that Caleb was rocking right now.
“Wait, you fucking know Cain? No one can get a hold of them. They’re a fucking ghost. So how the fuck did you?” Understanding flashed in his eyes. His thick brows hit his hairline as he leaned forward on his powerful forearms. “You mean to fucking tell me that you are the infamous merc for hire?”
“Keep your eyes away from her ass, or I’ll cut them out,” Caleb growled,
“Don’t tell me you love me,” I whispered. Caleb’s face paled, and what looked like disappointment flashed across his face. “You don’t feel the same way?” he asked. His voice was quiet and lacked the authority I was used to. Instead, it was laced with hurt. I clamped down on his wrist, keeping his hand in place as I turned and placed a kiss on the palm. “No, that’s not it at all. I love you so much it scares me, because losing you, any of you, will feel like a crucial part of me is missing.” His eyes widened in surprise, and Kenji’s hands stilled from whatever he was doing when he heard me say
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“Scar, you listen to me right now.” Kenji wrenched my face toward his, pressing his mouth to mine in a claim. “We fucking love you, and we’re going to tell you every fucking day until the devil takes us, and then we’re clawing out of hell and haunting your sexy ass until you join us,” he said. “I love you, Scar, and I don’t give a shit if you don’t want me to tell you. Because you deserve to be told how special you are. Now, go fuck up your uncle,” Caleb said, sealing his speech with a kiss.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t stay, solntse.” His hand came up and stroked my hair. The touch was so weak compared to the strength of the man I knew. “I love you, Scar. I love you with every fiber of my being and every beat of my heart. Death won’t take away how I feel for you. Take care of them,” he rasped, the words barely above a whisper, as if it hurt to speak. “Niko?” I pulled my face from his neck. “Niko?” Panic stung my throat. “No!” I roared. He lay unmoving, head lolled to the side—chest unmoving.
“They’ll both live.”
Her attention swiveled back toward us, a sly grin on her lips. “How do you feel about a plural marriage? Because I think you would make great brother-husbands.”
“God, I’m so fucking glad we drugged and kidnapped you,” Kenji said, kissing the top of my head. Causing all three of us to bust up laughing. “I thought about slitting all your throats in your sleep,” I said nonchalantly. Caleb stiffened at my back, and I looked over my shoulder at him.
