Asher stands and carefully takes Hannah from me. “Let’s get you home.”
I push myself to my feet and give Crew a grateful nod before following Asher from the room.
I’ve lived through a lot of shitty days, but this one is going to be very fucking hard to top.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
HANNAH
If I thought they were overbearing before, I had no fucking clue what I was talking about.
I haven’t been alone in a week, and if they had it their way, that would include going to the bathroom.
You know what? Overbearing isn’t a strong enough word.
It’s not that I blame them, because I’ve been on edge every time they’ve left a room since we came home, but I could really use some privacy every now and then.
A perk of having them around all the time is that they were able to help me preserve all but two of my clients after the news dropped that I was in a relationship with my ex-stepfather and his son. Most people didn’t care, and the people who did weren’t worth worrying myself over, and now I have a bit more time to spend with my guys.
Marianne has been calling nonstop, asking for money since her cash cow dried up, not that anyone knows what happened to the man who seemingly had so much power. I know Kovu took him home with them, and that he’s been put through the wringer ever since, but I haven’t asked, and I don’t plan to.
I’m just happy that chapter of my life is coming to a close.
Given that Jeffrey is officially classed as missing, the board has taken over running the company and has already unearthed all kinds of shady dealings, and with that, I officially signed away all my legal ties to the family.
There’s no more trust fund to dangle in front of me, no more connections to make because of my name alone. I’m just another person with Malone as a last name, and hopefully one day I’ll have another name altogether.
I shut off the blistering hot water and sigh. Asher is on a call with his agent about a charity fight, and Rowan is in his office working, so I took the opportunity to have a shower by myself.
Don’t get me wrong, I love having them shower with me because they wash my hair better than I ever could, but it also leads to other activities that I don’t have time for right now.
We’re due to leave for the Scarlet Lounge in an hour, and I want as much time as I can to get ready.
When Rowan told me this morning that he’d booked a private room for us, I just about threw myself at him with excitement.
A night of debauchery with my men in the place we finally came together?
Count me the fuck in.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
ROWAN
That day at the airfield rewired my brain in ways I never knew possible.
Watching as my entire world was almost torn from me has given me a newfound appreciation for every day, and I’m trying to use my time on the things that bring all three of us joy.
Tonight, that means a trip to a sex club, and next week it will be a surprise trip to the Bahamas for some quality time together.
I used to live life day by day, always just living to survive instead of living to enjoy. But I don’t want to live like that anymore. I want to enjoy every fucking second I have left on this earth, because now that I know what it feels like to have everything I care for stolen from me, I’m not risking dying with regrets.
Hannah steps out of the changing room inside the Scarlet Lounge, and I almost swallow my tongue.
Holy fucking shit.
She looked hot as hell when she came downstairs at home in a little black dress that hugged her in all my favorite places. But this?
This is straight sin.
