I want to marry Saint, and screw anyone who says we’re too young to know what’s in our hearts, because they don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about. I used to want a marriage like my parents had, but it’s become obvious their marriage wasn’t the fantasy I built it up to be.
What I have with Saint—with all my guys—is as fucking real as it gets.
They would take a bullet for me, and I would take a bullet for them.
We don’t sugarcoat shit, telling it straight, no matter how painful the truth is.
We fight as much as we fuck.
But when it comes down to it, we are there for one another with no questions asked.
Their love isn’t all rainbows and unicorns. It’s rough, it’s tough, and sometimes it hurts, but I wouldn’t have it any other way, because we’re a team. I may be marrying Saint Lennox, but in my heart, I will be marrying all of them, and nothing or no one is ever going to tear us apart.
Especially not Neo “Sinner” Lennox.
CHAPTER 13
“WHERE ARE YOUgoing?” Caz asks, ambling into the kitchen, rubbing his tired eyes, as I snatch my jacket from the back of the chair.
“I’ve got a few errands to run.” I’m deliberately vague, because I don’t want them to know what I’m up to.
“I’ll come with,” he offers, stifling a yawn.
I shake my head, tweaking his nose. “Nope. This is something I need to do alone.”
“Babe.” He places his hands on my hips. “You know we don’t want you going out by yourself. Especially after what went down yesterday. Sinner is a loose cannon. You shouldn’t go out without one of us.”
“I know how to take care of myself. I have my Glock and my knife, and I won’t be entirely alone. I’m meeting Ashley.”
“You are?” He quirks a brow. “I didn’t think you two were that close.”
“We’re not, but she’s helping me with something.” I tweak his nose again. “Something important.” I peck his lips superfast. “Something secret.” I waggle my brows.
He sighs. “Saint won’t like this.”
“I’ll probably be back before he even knows I’m gone.” My tongue darts out, wetting my lips, and I love the instant hungry glaze that glints in Caz’s eyes and how his gaze automatically lowers to my mouth. “Actually, let’s meet at the barn. We need to talk.”
“You mean…”
I kiss him quickly, smiling as I ease out of his hold. “I’ve made my decision.” I swat his ass as I walk in the direction of the garage. “I’ll text you when I’m done.” Blowing him one final kiss, I leave the kitchen.
Sliding behind the wheel of Dad’s Gran Turismo is comforting. It’s a bit like returning to your own bed after weeks of sleeping in a hotel bed. I make a mental note to ask the guys about my Lexus. I’ve no clue what happened to it after the bomb. I know it’s virtually indestructible, and the bomb didn’t go off underneath my SUV, but I imagine the damage was still extensive. I don’t know if it’s salvageable or if I should be ordering a new custom one. The reasons Dad wanted me to drive it haven’t changed, and it would give the guys peace of mind when I go off by myself.
The engine on the sports car hums beautifully when I power her up, and I settle back in my seat, cranking the music up high as I peel out of the garage, heading toward the city.
Ashley is waiting outside the studio when I arrive an hour later.
“Harlow.” She leans in, hugging me. “It’s good to see you out and about. You seemed in so much pain at the funeral.”
“I’m okay. Still in one piece. I’ve a couple of minor cuts and scrapes, and there is some lingering bruising and soreness around my ribs, but I’ve endured worse.”
“I was talking about emotional pain. How are you holding up?”
I shrug. “To be honest, I’m trying not to think about it. We have a lot on our plate, and we can’t afford for me to fall apart.” Pressure settles on my chest. “She’s still the first thing on my mind every day though,” I truthfully admit.
“I know no one can ever replace Sariah, but I meant what I said at the church. I’m here for you.”
“I appreciate it, and thanks for setting up this appointment. Especially at such short notice, and on a Sunday too.”
