Epilogue
Jessa
Three MonthsLater
Like every little girl,I had imagined my wedding day my whole life. Not in a million years did I imagine anything like this. I wed three men. Men who were not just my lovers, but my best friends. We had started out as captors and captive, as enemies, and when the tables turned, I found refuge in their arms. I never would have predicted that my life would take such a turn.
And now I’m married to the brothers, a beautiful wedding ring with three huge diamonds, and a pink diamond nestled between them all.
I gaze down at my wedding ring, staring for a long time, waiting for someone to wake me up from this dream that is now called my life. I’m the pink diamond nestled between the three rock hard brothers.
“It’s hard to believe isn’t it, Mrs. Cameron?” Trey coos, brushing a few strands of blonde hair from my face. The guys have relocated us to Nepal. One, because it was the only place we could actually get married, and two, because technically they are still wanted criminals and we knew we could have the best life living in a secluded area.
“I just never thought I would be here. I was so sure when you guys kidnapped me that I would end up dead, or back in Richards’ clutches.”
“Like we would’ve let that happen?” Declan enters our bedroom. I can feel his eyes on me. They burn right through me, just as Wes and Trey’s gazes do. Trey twists around, mischief in his eyes.
“Really? You wanted to kill her. We wouldn’t be here if Wes and I hadn’t been so adamant on keeping her alive.”
Declan rolls his eyes. “You won’t ever let that go, will you?”
Trey grins, shaking his head. “No way in hell. I’m going to be the best husband ever. I’ll be the one she calls for all the time.”
Here we go again. The comparison. The teasing and taunting.
“Trey, do you really want Declan to kick your ass again” Wes asks, joining us in the bedroom as well. There is a package in his hands. It’s most likely for one of the brothers. I don’t usually get any mail unless it’s something that I order online.
“He got lucky last time. This time, he won’t.”
Declan lunges for Trey right then, catching him in the side with his fist.
“What was that you said?” Declan chuckles.
“Fucker,” Trey growls, swinging his fists at Declan. Trey and he jab at each other a few more times while Wes walks over to me, a smile on his lips. I remember when I first met him, I had hoped he would be the one to save me. Strangely, it was all three of them that saved me in their own ways.
“Princess,” he greets me, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips. He’s slow, sensual, always making certain all my needs are met. Trey is the flirt, the man that makes me swoons, that makes me weak in the knees. Declan is the rock, the one I lean on, the man who knows how much darkness to give me. He’s both rough and caring, both anger and love. And together, all three of them own my heart.
“Husband,” I greet back.
“This is for you love.” He hands me the package and I stare down at it. Declan and Trey pause their WWE match and turn toward Wes and me.
“What is it?” I ask.
Wes shrugs. “I don’t know. I didn’t open it. It’s addressed to you.”
My heart starts beating wildly in my chest. We hadn’t had any luck on figuring out who my father was, and as disheartening as it was, I was close to giving up.
“Open it,” Declan says.
“Yeah, let’s see what you got in that package, Princess.” Trey’s eyes dazzle with amusement. “Did you order a new toy and not tell us?” he teases further, making my already pink cheeks pinken more.
“No. I didn’t order anything new.”
Trey’s lips form into a pout, and Wes pulls out a pocket knife, cutting the box open for me. Exhaling all the air from my lungs, I pull the sides of the box open and peer down inside it. There’s another, much smaller box within it, as well as an envelope. I grab the envelope from within the box and rip it open. I know the handwriting on the front of the box the moment I see it.
Dear Jessa,
I hope this letter finds you well. I told myself I would try and stay out of this, but there was no way that I could let you live a life without knowing who your real father was. Richards had made claims to killing your father, but I’m sure he’s still alive, out there somewhere. Hopefully you’ll get to meet the man that I called my brother someday.