Page 62 of Klutch's Kryptonite

“I should have been there for him more,” she finally says, her voice small.

“You were always there for him,” I correct her. “More than he deserved.” I know it’s harsh, especially now that he’s gone, but it’s the truth. Demi did more for that fucker than he deserved.

She pulls back to look at me, her eyes red-rimmed but clear. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth,” I say firmly. “He was your father, but he wasn’t much of a dad, Blue. He let you down over and over.”

“He was still my dad,” she insists, a flash of fire in her eyes that I actually welcome. Anger is better than hollow emptiness.

“I know.” I brush her hair back from her face. “And you loved him. That’s why it hurts so much.”

She bites her lip, then nods. “Yeah.”

“I was thinking,” I say, changing the subject to give her a moment to collect herself. “We should start looking for our own place soon.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “Already?”

I cup her face in my hands, making sure she’s looking right at me when I answer. “Yeah, Blue. The sooner the better. You’re mine. I’m yours. That’s it. Game over.”

A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. “Game over, huh?”

“Completely,” I confirm, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “I love you, Demi. More than I ever thought was possible.”

“I love you too,” she whispers against my lips. “Even when you’re being a bossy, overprotective asshole.”

I can’t help but laugh at that. “Which is most of the time.” I should probably be thanking the Gods that my need to control shit hasn’t sent her running for the hills.

“Yeah,” she agrees, but her smile widens. “But you’re my bossy, overprotective asshole.”

“Damn straight.” I pull her closer, careful of her bruised ribs. “And you’re my kryptonite.”

She laughs, her brows going up. “Your what?”

“My weakness,” I explain, pressing my forehead to hers. “The one thing in this world that could bring me to my knees. Yukon called you that after... after what happened with Frankie. Said I’d found my kryptonite.”

Understanding dawns in her eyes. “Is that a bad thing? Being your weakness?”

I think about it for a moment before answering. “I used to think so. Thought love was a liability in my world.” I trace the outline of her face with my fingertips. “But now I don’t care. I’d burn the whole fucking world down to keep you safe, Blue.”

Her lips pull up at the corners. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

I press my lips to hers then pull back and stare into her gorgeous blue eyes.

“Yeah, baby. Let’s hope.”

Epilogue

Demi

The pounding bass from the arena vibrates through the office walls. “I would have figured these walls would be soundproof,” I say out loud as I shift in Klutch’s lap.

“No need for that when it’s always so fucking loud out there,” my man replies, locking his strong arms around my waist.

“Nobody ever said anything about the screaming,” Pee Wee adds before smirking down at McKenna who is perched like a doll on his massive thighs.

My nose wrinkles. Gross. That’s the last thing I want to hear about.

McKenna catches the look on my face and throws her head back and laughs.

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