Epilogue
One year later
Idon’t know if I ever did manage to earn out that ten-million-dollar debt. I mean, how much sex is needed for that to happen? I don’t have the answer for that but I know to me, the love I’ve been given has placed me more in debt, if you ask me. But you know what? I’ve given just as much as I’ve taken so maybe that debt that landed me in front of Chicago’s most powerful mobsters is repaid after all.
After today I am scheduled to begin college and practice what I’ve always loved: psychology. Sylan loves the idea and has vowed to see that I reach my goals even if he has to stay up late with me. Of course, Grey and Drake feel the same so they are all fighting to see who gets to help be my study partner. I love their devotion. I don’t dig too deep into their business, but I’m not blind to their dealings.
With a grin I open my husbands’ office doors and signal an enforcer with a crook of my finger to step out. I see him signal to the men that he’ll be right back.
Silly man should know by now I have an intricate plan all laid out that won’t have anyone but myself and my men in this office for quite some time.
I tuck the long trail of my dress around my arm to free up my feet. “Sally said she needs help setting up the tables and has requested you specifically. Something about someone she wants you to meet.” I wiggle my brows at the baffled enforcer.
He grunts, but I know he trusts I don’t have anything sinister planned for him. A little matchmaking never hurt anyone.
I smile and step around him and lock the office door behind me once I have the ton of material to my dress through safely.
“Mo chroí, what are you doing here?”
Grey and Drake turn and I light up with a smile so big with our gazes meet. “We aren’t supposed to see you until later.”
“Like right before the wedding,” Grey says with his brow arching high.
I smile and my whole body feels it. We are so in sync, in tune and connected that I don’t have to say a word for him to know I’m near.
The thought of belonging to these dangerous men has my heart skipping a beat because I get to see the teddy bear behind the tough guy exteriors.
“I needed you,” I purr and it's God's honest truth. I physically ache when we are apart, and I can’t bear it.
I take in the sight of my men standing by the window in the same spot they took me in the first time. Only now, they are wearing tuxedos and I can’t catch a hint of sadness anywhere on their freshly shaven faces. I’m about to make a mess out of them, and I don’t feel one ounce of pity for what I’m about to do.
“I’m giving you one last chance before we walk down the aisle to fuck me as Ms. Kane because in an hour I’ll be Mrs. Ward and you’ll never see Kane again. What do you say?” We all decided I would carry the Ward name for protection but in our hearts when I say I do today it will be to all three men. I’ll wear their rings with pride.
I tease the corner of my lip between my teeth and see the wicked mobsters I am about to marry come out to play. “Come here,” Sylan growls and I obey his gruff command.
I step out of my gown and cross the office in nothing but my garter belt and white satin heels.
Well, I did have on a nice silky thong I had hoped they would rip off with nothing but teeth and lust, but now works too.
The scrap of cloth is discarded on the floor, and I have my legs around his waist the second he lifts me into his arms. Grey comes up from behind me and Drake takes up the other side.
We have over five hundred guests ten floors down waiting for the ceremony to begin, but no one is going to leave the kingpin’s wedding. They’ll wait.
I shiver in their arms and cry out when Sylan thrusts into me in one smooth, claiming movement. He pulls me into him and kisses me hard and claiming at first, and then tenderly. Suddenly, Drake is turning my chin and his mouth is on mine as his friend fucks me with long, deep strokes.
Leaning into Grey’s embrace he pinches my nipples and I cry out into Drake’s mouth.
There’s not one part of me they don’t own and I own every part of them.
I bury my fingers in my lovers’ hair and pull the devils everyone told me I should fear closer, tighten my legs around Sylan’s waist and take Grey’s mouth in a hard, claiming kiss. We both shudder.
“Take what you want from him. Fuck him hard, baby.” Drake’s husky voice drives me wild as he growls into my neck before taking a tight peak between his warm lips
“Sy, I’m close, so close. Hurry, it hurts so good!” The warmth of their bodies molds us together.
Chicago’s most powerful, ruthless mobsters own me, heart and soul, and I own them.
They told me the night they proposed each wanted to fuck me for a lifetime and well, they’re living up to that promise.