“You look good, Tillz. Nice and pregnant.” I grin at her.
She smirks at me, her eyes darkening. “Mmmhmm. Okay, Trickster. Settle down.”
Nate pulls her under his arm.
My eyes come back to Saskia.
She clears her throat. “Can you guys give us a minute?”
They all spill out, the Kings probably going into the tent to their seats.
“You okay?” I ask, walking toward her closely. I feel like shit that I haven’t checked up on her more lately, especially after New Orleans, but I’d been trying to organize Maya into the best rehab clinic in NYC. There was a reason why we came here first and not somewhere else.
She licks her lips and then brings her eyes up to mine. I can sense her fear and I growl, reaching for her hand and pulling her into my chest. “What is it?”
The next words that leave her mouth put a stop to my breathing. “I took a pregnancy test.”
I falter in my steps, my eyes closing. “And?”
“Killian, you can stop squeezing me. I’m not pregnant.”
I let out a deep breath, sagging forward. “Jesus fuck.”
“But it got me thinking…” she whispers, breathing out between her lips and bringing her eyes to mine. She smiles softly. “It had me thinking that one day, that test is going to be positive, and there’s no one on this earth who I’d ever want to share that experience with but you.”
My chest inflates and I can’t fight the full cheesy smile that comes on my face. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in closer, kissing her on the lips. “Our kids would be pretty fucking cute.”
She giggles against my lips. “Little villain babies with black hearts?”
“Hell naw.” I smirk, biting down on her lip and sucking it into my mouth. “They have better parents.”
“Oh so you believe in nurture not nature?” She smiles. “Hmmmm.”
After her giggling dies out, she sighs, resting her head against my shoulder before bringing her eyes to mine. “I don’t want to come off as greedy with you because I know that Maya still needs you, but I love you, Killian, and I forgive you. I think I forgave you a long time ago. It was me who needed to forgive me for forgiving you so easily.”
My hands wrap around the backs of her thighs and I carry her toward where the cage is, pressing her against it and pinning her there with my hips. “I love you.”
She smiles and then runs her tongue up the side of my cheek. “I love you, too.”
So I know that some may be asking… how? How could two people who wanted to destroy one another at one point in their lives come together and be content. Well, they don’t. That’s the short answer. Killian and I will never be placid. It’s not who we are and we’re okay with that. Love is a destination that not many have the opportunity to find. Everyone’s road is paved differently, and we all have dissimilar paths that lead off of it. Every choice you make will be the deciding factor on whether you reach your destination or not. So although mine and Killian’s path was rocky, had lots of hurdles, was slicked in the blood of people we knew and some we didn’t, throw in a lot of bad choices and events that were out of our control—ultimately, we both took that final turn together to our destination. I found out that I was the last Dragavei, and I don’t know what that will mean for our line if I end up marrying Killian. I guess we will have an Ashley Kournikova situation on our hands. I also found out what Delila was probably going to continue to expose right before someone shot her, and that was that if one family drops their family line, the Four Fathers would then need to choose someone from the outside to move in to take over that family name. They couldn’t be short a family as it would come off as a weakness. A weakness to who, I have no idea.
Delila being a proud woman of Kiznitch couldn’t have that, which was why she went against The Four Fathers so much. Her death continues to hang around. Sometimes I swear I hear her yelling at us that we’re not training hard enough.
I hear Killian’s bike rumble from the back of the tent as the rope swings around and around, as Niykee Heaton’s “Fire Starter” starts playing loudly in the background, my Dragavei necklace dangling from my neck.
I smirk, looking up at his shadow beneath my lashes as the crowd roars with cheers…
I sat in the darkest corner of the tent, like always, busting open a bag of popcorn. This show was different, and Delila was noticeably absent. I found that not so interesting, as her days on this earth were numbered. What I did find interesting was the new girl they had, standing in the center of the ring.