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"Mine," he whispered, the word both a claim and a vow. "All mine now, for everyone to see."
And I was his.
Within minutes, my notifications were off the charts.
Likes, comments, shares, but my DMs began flooding with messages, all from similar accounts:
Burner00
This is him?
Burner01
Is this really him?
Burner02
Him????
Burner03
Him? Really?
Account after account, all asking the same question with slight variations. No profile pictures, generic usernames, all created recently.
Adrian chuckled beside me, pulling my attention from my phone.
"See what you started, angel? Everyone wants a piece of what we have."
I looked up to see Sierra pulled fully onto Connor’s lap, his hand cradling her throat in a mirror of Adrian's pose in our photo.
Beside them, Jax had Estelle pressed against the window, his body shielding her from view as he whispered something in her ear that made her go quiet.
My cheeks flamed, and I dismissed the weird messages.
I was too happy, too content in Adrian's arms with our perfect photo announcing us to the world, to care about a few weird DMs from random accounts.
I melted deeper into his embrace, feeling the solid strength of his body surrounding me, protecting me.
For so long, I'd hidden parts of myself, worried about fitting into the perfect little box I'd created online.
But here, with Adrian's arms around me and our photo broadcasting our truth to the world, I felt completely free.
The rest of the world could wait. Right now, I had everything I'd ever wanted.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Adrian
The bass thundered through my ribcage as we descended intoApex, an underground club that required either a seven-figure bank account or a reputation for violence to get through the door. Maybe both.
The bouncer, a mountain of scar tissue who probably bench-pressed motorcycles for fun, took one look at my face and stepped aside without a word.
There was nothing like fresh fight bruises to open doors.
Neon lights sliced through artificial fog and cologne, casting everything in electric blues and violent reds that reminded me of another night, another club, and a blonde angel who'd caught my eye across a crowded dance floor.
The memory sent heat spiraling through my chest. Isla in that dress, looking like sin wrapped in innocence, completely unaware she was about to become mine.
