Page 87 of Broken Truths

“Do you, Eden—”

“Hell yes,” I pant.

I’m already throwing myself at Leo when the priest says, “You may kiss the bride.”

He hikes me up his hips, which is a bit cumbersome in my huge dress. “You just can’t keep your hands off me.” He smiles.

I drop my forehead to his. “I’m just ready for us to get started already.”

He captures my head in his hands. A long moment passes as he stares into my gaze before his lips descend over mine. Leo kisses like he fucks, stealing every last bit of your identity until it feels like your heart pumps only at his command.

I love this man. I love all of these men.

He sets me on my feet, steadying me when I almost lose my balance. Keegan cheers in the background, clapping. When I peer over, his eyes are glassy with a future that was taken from him.

I won’t let that happen to me. I’m starting my future right now, on the arms of three men who would do anything for me. Their love supersedes everything. And that may be the greatest gift I’ve ever received.

EPILOGUE

Leo

Ahead of me, I watch as Eden kneels in front of her sister’s grave. She looks like pure sunshine. Not because she’s wearing yellow and smiling, but because she’s my salvation.

This is the last thing she wanted. The one thing we could all give to her before we leave. Most likely for good.

We’re sticking our middle fingers up at the Knights and disappearing.

We might have to go into hiding. We might not.

But we’ll be long gone before anyone else figures it out.

For now, though, my grandfather is taking care of the problem at the Forbeses’ mansion. When I told him Leon Forbes was dead, two bullet holes in his thick skull, he clapped my back like it was the proudest he’s ever been of me. He said he’d take care of all of it and get his team of degenerates to dispose of the two bodies. Leon and his nephew will be gone for good.

There’s nothing to trace it back to us. I made sure of that. I don’t trust the old fuck, especially once he realizes we’ve skipped town.

Eden presses a kiss to her fingertips and then lays her palm against the stone. Oliver and Alaric flank her. I guess one thing my grandfather said rings true: Nothing brings people together like a little bit of underhanded shit.

I shake my head, chuckling. Nothing can tear us apart now.

Eden glances over her shoulder and finds me walking toward them. She studies me for a moment, then nods as if I don’t even have to say that it’s done. She already knows.

Grandfather thinks we killed Leon Forbes because he got in the way of my marriage to Eden. Devon was an unfortunate casualty.

It’s far from the truth, but it’s what we needed him to believe so that we could speed away into the sunset.

Listening to Leon Forbes talk about Delilah’s last moments, I’m sure my grandfather was in the thick of things, offering up God knows what for a piece of purity. Those men are so vile, they turn everything black. Even an innocent life.

“It’s done?” Alaric asks.

I nod.

Eden stands from her position, taking in a shuddering breath. “I can’t say I’ll miss this place but…” She sneaks a look behind her. “I don’t really want to let her go.”

“You won’t,” Oliver states, always there with the right thing to say—I envy him for that. “She’ll be with you no matter what.”

She gives him a grateful smile, eyes going glassy in that way that makes it feel like I’m being stabbed in the gut.

“I guess that’s it,” Alaric says.

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