“Thank you,” I say, turning back to face her.
Alya stays with me for a while, telling me stories about when she was with my dad. I couldn’t be more proud of the name I carry, a gift from the woman who brought so much happiness to the man who means so much to me.
42
Liam
Irunintothekitchen where my sister is making coffee and she smiles. Breckin glares at me from the island as my sister passes him a cup.
I snort at the asshole, then turn to my sister.
Xana and Breckin have been getting extra cozy the last few weeks and if she thinks I haven’t noticed she’s as dumb as he is.
“Xan, I love you, but has anyone ever told you that you have horrible taste in men?” I grumble walking up to her.
She frowns at me. “I’ll get the ring, dickhead,” Xana snaps.
“Like hell you will,” I challenge back.
I had Xana go to our family home and look for our mom’s rings. Xana offered them to me to give to Malia and she said she would take our Nonna’s if the day ever comes for her.
Over my dead body.
She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a velvet box, handing it to me.
I snatch it up and bolt out of the room, sprinting through the halls and barging into the bedroom.
Malia gives me a look that says I’ve lost my mind, but I’ve been desperate for this moment for months and now that I have the ring I’m not wasting another second.
She had just stepped out of the shower and was still wrapped in a towel.
I groan when I see her like this, and she raises a brow at me.
“Ass on fire, Officer?” she taunts.
I ignore it, stalking toward her. She squeaks when I pick her up and throw her on the bed, her towel spilling open. I dip down and suck her nipple into my mouth with a needy groan. My cock was already throbbing against my jeans.
But I needed to do this.
“Marry me,” I say, and her body stills under me.
“What?” she asks breathily.
I level myself with her face and claim her lips.
“Marry. Me,” I say impatiently.
She blinks at me a few times before she nods vigorously and wraps her arms around my neck.
“About fucking time,” Malia teases, biting my lip.
I groan and grind against her bare pussy, shoving my hand down to fish for the fucking box. I yank it from my pants and open it. She gasps as I hold it up for her to see. I shift my body so I can take out the engagement ring and slip it on her finger.
“I was my mother’s,” I admit.
“It’s beautiful,” Malia rasps, looking at the promise on her finger that will seal her to me.
She tears her gaze away and bites her lip, reaching up toboopmy nose. I snort a laugh.