Page 26 of Kingpin's Baby
“Death.”
“No donuts for you.”
“Gun!” Ren shouts as I feel him manage to get his hand to his ankle and pull out a weapon. But I’m faster, and I have a fuck of lot more to live for. Wrenching the thing from his grasp, I toss it away.
My other hand goes to Battersea’s temple, and I yank. His neck snaps instantly.
I drop his lifeless body to the floor and turn to Ren, taking two steps before I’m stopped short by her expression.
Pure fear. Absolute terror.
I’ve wrecked everything, I’ve revealed the horror of my true self?—
She barrels into me, and for a second, I’m too surprised to do anything. Then I hear it.
“Jasper. Oh Jasper.” She’s sobbing. “I was so scared I’d lose you when I saw him pull that gun. Thank god you’re safe. I love you so much.”
My arms wrap around her, bracketing her and keeping her close. But it’s not necessary. She’s clinging to me, and my heart is expanding. There is no limit to how much I love my wife.
She’s relieved, and so am I. I hold her tighter still. I could have lost her. A glance across the room reveals the gun Battersea pulled from a holster on his ankle. Printed plastic. No metal, that must be how it got through my men’s checks.
“I know we said six months, but oh god please?—”
“Forever. I told you. You’re mine, now.”
Hope dawns on her face as she peeks up. “Really?”
“You always were. I love you with every fibre of my being, Ren.”
“Not just an in-name-only thing?” she checks.
“I’ve been inside you. I claimed you. If you wanted my cock, the price was complete ownership. Permanently. No half measures. No faking.” I should have told her this yesterday. I have to have this woman. I need to own her, body, heart, and soul.
She burrows her face into my shirt, holding on. Breathing in unevenly, she shudders out the last words I’m expecting. “Thank you.”
I slide my fingers into her hair and gently tug until her head falls back. “Not, ‘you promised me a marriage of convenience’?”
“No.” Her grin lights her up. “I always wanted you, too.”
“Right.” I hoist her by her bottom, into my arms and she hooks her hands around my nape, pressing herself to me.
“Where are we going?” she asks as we get to the stairs.
“Back to our bed, to finish what we started last night.” I feel rather than hear her delighted giggle. “Getting you pregnant.”
EPILOGUE
JASPER
10 years later
You’d think that having eight children would dull the novelty, but no. Not even slightly. I hear the stomping of small feet on the stairs then down the hallway, and smile.
My office is hardly a bastion of solitude and quiet anymore. Leather-bound books and fountain pens have given way to board books and crayons. I love it.
It used to be that people were unalived for interrupting me. But the kids?
Ren told me very firmly that they always get donuts, never death.
