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Moving as one.
Completely full.
Loved.
Cherished.
Worshipped.
This isn’t about indulgence. It’s about power. About claiming the fire inside me and finding two men who don’t fear the flames.
They don’t try to tame me. They burn with me.
My life led me to Reggie and Rowan because I was made for them. I was made to belong, to fight, to love them fiercely like this.
“In this life and the next, you’re ours, Princess,” Reggie growls, voice shaking with truth.
In this life and the next.
Always and forever, I’m theirs.
THE END.
EPILOGUE
ROWAN
Even in the midst of preparing for a war with The Preacher—when the inside of Decadence, which was once a chocolate factory, has now become a torture chamber— we’ve still made our little secret haven of bliss in the woods on the grounds. Surrounded by our family. The Quinn brothers, their wives and children, and Bella’s brothers and Lily.
We’re missing Drago, as he’s out of the country with Enzo for a couple of days, bringing in more Russian contacts for questioning.
He’s leaving no stone unturned. And no lead alive. I’ve never seen something so brutal unfold, and that’s fucking saying something.
This isn’t a wedding. Not the conventional legal type. This is a celebration of our love with those that we love.
There are fairy lights in the trees, pink roses in bouquets on the tables, and even a chocolate fountain for the kids.
Well, the kids and Conan, who hasn’t stopped dipping his finger in for the past half hour.
And Bella, she’s laughing with Lily and Hallie as they drink champagne. While I’m sipping my beer with Reggie, watching her.
She’s happy. And when she glances over at us, my heart almost stops.
“God, she’s fucking beautiful, isn’t she?” I say to Reggie.
“Yep, we’re lucky men, Rowan. Really fucking lucky.”
I smile at her and she blushes. I glance down at the platinum ring on my finger, with a matching pink diamond set inside it, while Reggie has the black, to match her engagement ring from us both.
As Lily follows Bella over, she settles between us, linking her hand in mine and resting her head on Reggie's arm.
“You okay, precious?” I ask her.
She sighs. “Yeah, I’m really good. Today has been beautiful.”
I spot Father Byrne talking to Declan. We’ve offered him protection to make up for Lyla’s stunt in the church. And, somehow, we managed to sweet talk him into leading the ceremony, so it felt more real.
Not that we need a poxy piece of paper to prove a marriage. It’s written in blood somewhere that we belong to Bella King. Or, Bella Murphy now.
