He arches a brow. “It’s my prerogative, darling. Just as it’s your choice to believe me when I say I wouldn’t care even if you were involved. That’s the heart of trust—having faith in each other’s words and actions.”
He’s right, of course.
Only, it’s difficult tochooseto accept someone else’s word at face value.
Except, he hasn’t given me a reason not to.
If anything, he’s provided a myriad of examples of why I should think the best of him.
He’s defied every expectation. The whole pack has, actually.
And he didn’t run away. He went to have my name tattooed on his chest while also apparently giving me a job.
“One more thing,” he says, his hand leaving my cheek as he reaches around me and into the nest.
I don’t understand what he’s doing until his phone appears in his hand.
“That farmland we flew off of last week has a lot of potential. So I have some designs I need you to review for our Colorado home.” He looks up at me. “I assume you want a place where we can all stay to be close to your Widows, right? For when we visit?”
I swallow, my heart suddenly in my throat. “You’re going to build a place outside of Widows Peak?”
“I thought you would prefer that more than us being inside Widows Peak, but we can do that, too.” His lips twist a little. “It’ll be a bit of a downgrade from what we were thinking. Although, we’ll divide our time between there, New York City, and here. So it should be?—”
I launch myself at him and kiss him.Hard.
His phone slips from his hand as he catches me, the dull thud barely registering above the rapid beating in my ears.
Never in a million years did I think he would allow me to return to Widows Peak, let alone agree to live there part of the time. Or near there.
I would be fine with a few days a year, if that’s what he’ll give me.
Only, he seems to be offering a lot more than that.
This man.
These men.
My alphas.
I don’t know when I fell for them. But I have.
And it’s so much more than a scent match.
These men are rewriting everything I expected from a mafia pack.
It could all be a lie. However, it’s like what Lazarus just said—it’s my choice to believe them.
I do, I decide.I do.
It feels like I’m agreeing to a lot more than simply putting faith in Lazarus. Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not.
It doesn’t matter.
I just want to exist in this moment.
And invite him into my new nest…
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
