"They're here somewhere." I finally release Jessica and step back. "Watching."
"Let them watch." Pedro echoes Carlos's earlier sentiment. "Let them see what happens when they pick a fight with the wrong family."
Jessica sinks into one of the conference chairs, legs apparently giving out beneath her. The green dress pools around her knees. Her face is pale.
"I can't believe you did that." She stares at me. "In front of everyone. On camera."
"Believe it."
"You basically told the entire world that I belong to you."
"You do." Sergio pulls out the chair beside me and sits. "If you want to. That's still your choice."
"Is it?" My laugh comes out shaky. "Because it feels like the choice was made the moment you stepped up to that microphone."
Carlos drops into the chair across from me. "The choice was made three weeks ago when you drove away from your wedding and came to us."
I blink at him. Look at Nacho by the window. At Pedro leaning against the door.
"All of you?" My voice is small. "This is really happening?"
Nacho turns from the window. "All four of us. If that's what you want."
Carlos grins. "No pressure. Well, some pressure. But the good kind."
"Carlos," Pedro snaps.
"What? I'm lightening the mood."
"Someone needs to..."
"Stop." Jessica holds up her hand. "Both of you. Just... stop."
Silence falls.
She takes a breath. Lets it out slowly.
"I've spent weeks falling in love with all of you." Her voice steadies as she speaks. "Fighting it. Telling myself it was too fast, too complicated, too insane. Four brothers. My ex's best friends. A pack bond that shouldn't even be possible."
She meets each of our eyes.
"But it is possible. It's happening. And I'm done pretending I don't want it."
My heart slams against my ribs.
"Jessica." I reach for her hand.
"I want to stay." Her fingers close around mine. "Not because I have nowhere else to go. Not because I'm scared of Callum. Because this is where I belong. With you. All of you."
Carlos makes a sound that might be a whoop of joy. Pedro's stern expression cracks softer. Nacho crosses the room in three strides and drops to his knees beside her chair.
"You're sure?" His dark eyes search her face.
"I'm sure." She touches his jaw with her free hand. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
He turns his head and presses his mouth to her palm.
The gesture is small. Intimate. It makes something tight in my chest finally loosen.
