Everyone starts to cry, and we all stand for a group hug.
I pull back, saying, “Thank you, Mom and Dad.”
That gets my mother crying harder, but we all manage to collect ourselves.
Sniffing, my mother tells us, “I have a huge feast that should be almost done. This is a celebration.”
That it is. I feel like my true life is beginning, and I couldn’t be happier to finally live it.
Synn
I can’t believe it, at all.
Pazessca wants to stay my wife.
Emotions flood through my body, ones I’m not used to experiencing: joy, happiness, and pure love.
My real family is all around me, and I’m humbled. So fucking grateful.
I grin to myself thinking about announcing this to my brothers. They’ll be jealous, and maybe even pissed, but I know they’ll accept it. Just because Pazessca is my wife legally, doesn’t mean she can't be theirs in every other way.
We get back to the compound and walk inside, grinning like fools. The guys push forward.
“Well?” an impatient Razor asks.
“What’s going on?” Sam asks next.
“Well, for one, Pazessca wants to stay married—” is all I get out before voices rise.
Surprisingly, Harris is the one to lose his shit first. “The fuck? What about the rest of us?”
Pazessca speaks up. “It changes nothing with the rest of us. You are all my soulmates, and I love you all more every day.”
A hurt-looking Trikk mutters under his breath, then turns to walk away. Pazessca makes to go after him, but I stop her.
“Let him have some time to process. He'll be okay, I promise.” I hug her to my side.
Feminine voices come toward us, and Valley and Cynthia reach us, eyes wide.
“Did we hear that right? You're staying married?” Valley asks.
“Yep, I am. That's not all the news I have though.” My girl looks at all of us, while her friends nestle into her sides, chattering happily.
“I accepted my parent’s offers. I'm taking the board seats... and the position as Rossi heir.”
A shocked silence settles over us. Everyone just stares.
A concerned Frost frowns. “Killer, do you know what you’re doing?”
“Yes, I do. My parents will be helping me the whole time.”
A thought occurs to me. With our fathers all dead, the mantle goes to us officially.
My father’s men will automatically look to me for answers, and I expect the other families to do the same.
“Guys—all our families have no official leaders. What are we going to do?” I ask them.
“Fuck,” Purge groans, swiping a hand through his messy blonde locks. “I sure as hell am not going to let one of those assholes that worked for my father take what’s mine.” His brow furrows. “But this is also an opportunity to walk the fuck away. I don’t know what to do.”
