Page 113 of Corrupt Me

“What do you want, Hunter?” Kaden asks, sweeping his gaze from him to pinning her down with a hard look, she shudders.

“I won’t spare another moment thinking about you.” He pulls me to his front. “You took all my firsts, but this…” He slams his mouth on mine, kissing me with savage passion and wild abandon. When the kiss ends, I’m so overcome with emotions I don’t even know what to say.

“What are we doing with the poison now?” Mia asks, and Hunter says, “Let’s not waste it.”

He takes the syringe from my hand, finds a spot on the back of Alice’s neck along her hairline, and presses down through her whimpers.

“Isn’t it ironic, Alice? You touched me first, but I am touching you last.”

When he takes a step back, malice flashes in her eyes before her body shakes uncontrollably. She lets out a long breath, and then her eyes remain open.

With her dead, Hunter tugs at my hand and pulls me outside. Blake, Kaden, and Celine stay behind to make sure she’s dead.

“Bailey, I fucking bow to you,” Dane says, lightening the atmosphere.

“Are you okay?” Abi asks, palming my arm.

“This was never about me,” I say, and Mia hugs me tightly.

“Thank you for loving my brother. And thank you for being the best woman I could have wished for him.”

“Always.”

Once we’re back in the hotel room, we all pack quickly.

“Are we talking about it?” Blake asks no one in particular.

“It’s done. Good work, Bailey,” Kaden says.

“We have to be better role models for our children,” Abi says.

Celine’s eyes narrow on an invisible point. “You teach them that, and I’ll stand by your side. But if anyone even dares to come close to our children, they will end up slaughtered.”

“We were always going to be corrupt,” Mia sighs.

“To Family. Whatever it takes,” I say.

“To Family. Whatever it takes,” my friends repeat.

When we step inside the Family’s private jet, Hunter is the first to take his seat, gently pulling me down beside him. Holding me close, he kisses my temple.

“Why?” he murmurs softly.

I look around, seeing that our friends allow us a bit of privacy by taking the furthest seats in the jet. This moment feels like a stolen treasure. “I love you… I couldn’t be there when that happened to you, but I will never allow anyone else to ever hurt you again and live.”

“Do you know who’s the only one who has the means to destroy me?”

I shake my head as he whispers above my lips. “You, Bailey. No one else but you.”

“Then no one will ever hurt you again,” I say resolutely.

If it were possible, I’d become one with him to show him that my love for him flows through my veins.

“Thank you,” he rasps and kisses me. “For being you.” He kisses me again. “For being the one who lit up my entire being, but most of all, healed all my wounds. You’re my everything, Bailey—my saving angel, the one and only love of my life, my temptress of a kitten.”

I hug him, pressing my quivering lips to his. If I could, I’d glue us together so we’d feel like this forever—complete. I never believed in love until him, even though I witnessed it in my friends. I never thought it could blast through your life and alter everything in you. Redefine who you are and everything you thought you knew—and then that person becomes your all, and strangely, you feel nothing but utter bliss.

“You better, Hunter, because I don’t think—”

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