No matter what.
I’ve found my home in this city and with these men.
I’m staying no matter what happens to her.
She is no longer my problem.
“We should celebrate cutting the head off the snake,” I joke.
“Good idea.” Asher grins but keeps viewing the monitors before texting someone.
“I’ll nip and get a jacket.” I hop over Cyrus’s knee and kiss him. Bray corners me on the way out, kissing me also and smacking my ass as I hurry upstairs. I grin freely, feeling happier and freer than ever before. I almost skip to my room, grabbing a jacket in a hurry to get back to them and the safety and excitement they provide.
When I spot my mussed bed, the indented pillows, and the unmade spread, I frown and hesitate before rolling my eyes. “Bray, if you sleep in my bed, make it!” I yell as I shut the door and rush downstairs, not giving it a second thought. He seems to have a weird obsession with my bed, especially with me in it.
That makes me shiver as I ponder what depraved, naughty things we are getting up to tonight.
Fuck, being Crew is amazing.