“Nene, hush. You’ll stay and behave. Good boy.”
I pat his arm to comfort him. He melts under my touch, and the doctor’s eyes bounce all over the room, trying to figure this out. Well, good luck to her because we’re all still trying to do the same.
“This family sucks,” he grumbles, slamming his head against the pillows in protest.
“We’ll call for a room and get him moved within the next hour. Until then, we’ll give him something to rest.”
“Drugs! Yes!! Now we’re talking!” He tosses my hand off his arm to raise it in the air. Chanting like he’s at a sports event. “Drugs. Drugs. Drugs.”
Massimo steps forward and rattles the bed, which startles everyone. “Shut up, Em. You’re only making things worse.”
A silence falls over the room. Long enough to allow the doctor to leave and the nurse to start fussing with his meds. Once it’s just us, the three of us, Emilio grabs my hand, links the fingers in between his.
“So, did it work or what?”
“Did what work?” I ask, even though I know. Even though I spilled my guts to Mas, he kissed me. Said we’re together in all this.
“My genius plan. Finding you, crashing Mas’s bike, making you both panic, run to my side, remember you love each other and me, we all live happily ever after.”
Massimo stares at me, and I stare at his brother. “You’re never allowed to plan anything again.
He clutches his chest. “Harsh. But fair.”
The room goes quiet again. Like all of us can feel how close he came this time. How bad things could have gone. Massimo crosses over to me, wraps a shoulder around my waist, and tucks me into his body.
“I want this. Both of you. All of us. Paco too.”
I look between them, wrap my arm around Massimo, and squeeze Emilio’s hand. Twin brothers who want me and would never ask me to choose between them. Each giving themselves in the only way they know how. Both chaos and channeled in different ways. My Chaos Kings.
“Sexy nights, lazy mornings, and loud afternoons. Together. With only my guys.”
Emilio’s lower lip trembles in this ridiculous, dramatic way. “She said together, Mas. That’s basically a vow. I feel married. Married with children.”
He uses the back of my hand to wipe his fake tears. Massimo shakes his head, but there’s that tiny smile again. The one that made my knees weak the first night he looked at me like I was something he wanted to keep.
“Together for sure.”
His knuckles graze my cheek, warm and soft. His fingers clasp my chin, turning it toward him to kiss me gently. Reuniting what could have been lost if I weren’t willing to start again. To try again with this unusual pairing of men who like and love me for me.
“Mi familia.”
EPILOGUE
MASSIMO
“I don’t know, Massimo. I don’t like the idea of something happening to Emilio again.” It’s a fair statement. My idiot twin has been hospitalized twice from motorcycle accidents. Sofia sees the worst of the worst. But she also doesn’t want to hold us down or back. I get it. “What if . . .”
She can’t even say it.
Neither can I.
Death.
It’s something that haunts every biker. We all know of someone who’s paid the ultimate price, usually at the hands of some other driver. But we’ve had this discussion many times since Em totaled both bikes. Having been to the dealership multiple times, it’s always the same. She frowns, sighs, and walks away.
Today was no different. Yet now, she’s leaning against the glass window, rocking a tiny bikini that Em got to match his banana hammock. I’ll thank him again for all the spillage when we go back out to the pool.
“Baby, come here.”
