I’m married to him.
The clubgoers move as we walk, Flynn next to me and Kaden behind, two massive men that could probably kill everyone here and not feel a drop of guilt.
We head upstairs to the VIP balcony, and I see Viviana; she jumps from her seat and runs. Flynn lets my hand go as I move my arms to hug her, feeling the tears in my eyes, but I push them down. The memories of my life before the fire come to mind, the time when I thought Viviana was just a talented, amazing woman and not the wife of the goddamn mafia boss.
“I didn’t know Autumn.” I can feel the warmth of her tears on my face as she whispers. “I swear I didn’t. They did it all in secret.”
“I know.” I wrap my arms tighter around. I know Viviana wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me; if she knew, she would probably be in that church kicking and screaming with me. But I’m glad Declan didn’t tell her.
“I’m okay.” I pull her back and meet her eyes. “It was hard, but Flynn told me the truth. I know why.”
Viviana nods and gives me a kiss on my forehead. “I love you; you know that.”
“I know.” I smile, gently brushing her hair from her face.
She picks up my hand, then turns to Flynn. “Where is the diamond ring?”
He smirks and winks.
“She’s not the type for a diamond ring.” His eyes are fire, and I press my legs together, remembering the promise of what will come later.
Viviana rolls her eyes.
“He’s right, you know?” I whisper, “I hate diamonds.”
She gasps, faking shock, and I laugh. God, I missed her.
“Let’s go dance.” She grabs my hand and pulls me. I barely have time to glance at Flynn, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t try to stop me. He stands with Declan, Kian and Connor, but Kaden follows behind us, keeping his distance.
We hit the dance floor, and Viviana, in a gorgeous black and red dress, twirls, pulling me closer to her, our bodies moving with the sound of the music.
I let the music quiet the thoughts, the fear, the changes my life had in the few days. Then she comes closer, her hands on my waist, and she whispers. “Declan said he has never seen Flynn like this. You have a good man beside you; if you didn’t, I would stab him myself.”
My brows shoot up, and I stare at her; she gives me this look, and I think she means it. I’m starting to get why Declan calls her Firecracker.
I look to the balcony, and I see him, no suit jacket now, his black sleeves rolled up, the skull tattoos and celtic knots visible under the lights. His green eyes locked on me, and I smile up at him. He’s gorgeous, and mine.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Flynn
The bass makes the walls shake, the whole place pulsing in a rhythm that vibrates in my bones. Teine is packed as usual, the scent of sweat, perfume, bodies grinding, lights flashing, but all that noise fades the second my eyes land on her.
Autumn.
Dancing.
Laughing.
Her hair swings around her shoulders, catching the red and purple lights. Her cheeks flushed, her smile real, her body moving the way she never lets it when she’s scared. She looks alive, and Christ, I’ve missed this version of her. This tiny slice of normalcy. This reminder that she isn’t made just of fear and shadows.
“Fuckers.” Declan mutters beside me, leaning on the railing.
I follow his gaze. Three men in cheap suits staring at our women like they have the right.
My jaw flexes. My hands curl into fists on instinct. I lick my bottom lip, adrenaline hitting me fast and hot. I lean toward Declan.
“Wanna have some fun?”
