Page 29 of Fatal Fantasy

“Anything, baby girl.”

“If he finds us, captures us or tries to take me back … you don’t hesitate. Pull the fucking trigger.” She pans her gaze right to mine, knowing I’m the one that could stomach a request like that, and I’ve already promised myself that this time, I wouldn’t wait, miss, or second guess the shot.

If something happens, and I can’t save her, I’ll kill her, granting the peace she so desperately wants.

I’m not here to play God, but I’d be able to find solace in knowing that rather than failing at keeping her from being captured – again – I did everything I could to ensure she saves me a front row seat in Hell for the day we meet again.

“Without question, my little angel of Death,” I answer, and she nods at my lack of hesitation, our ability to get on the same page without using words still part of the super-powered connection we share.

“Tyson? You have to agree.” She turns to face him, and although she’s asking him to do something he’s not entirely comfortable with, she holds a massive power over him, making whatever he’s about to say something that’ll bend exactly to her will.

“I’ll die protecting you, and if that means we go together, I’m content with that, as long as you’re safe,” he concedes, and she nods, a fierce energy exuding from her body now that we’ve given her an exit, a dash of hope, and most importantly, her independence back.

“What a twisted fucking vow, but I’ll take it. Should we kiss the bride now?” I joke, lifting her body off Tyson’s lap, spinning her until we’re chest to chest, and a devilish smile cascades across her beautiful face – something I never knew how much I cherished, and missed.

“You’re not getting me that easily. I’ll need a sexy black dress at the very least before I declare you my husbands.” She bites her lower lip while wrapping her arms around my neck, a seriously captivating playfulness dripping off her every word.

“First, I’ll marry you, then I’m going to put so many little babies in that beautiful belly of yours that you’ll always be filled with my cum,” I growl, dragging my tongue along the column of her neck, feeling the exact moment she shudders at my declaration.

“Tyson gets babies, too. You have to take turns,” she moans, fisting my hair as I continue to work her up, while she squeezes her legs tighter around my waist.

“Whatever my pretty little wife wants, she gets,” I groan, my cock standing to attention for the first time in many, many months, further proving that she’s the only one for me.

“Yeah? I want us all to share the same last name, once we pick our new identities,” she breathes, snaking one hand under my chin, teasing her lips just above mine.

“Done.” I meet her gaze, watching in slow motion as her ice blue eyes dilate wider, the pupils disappearing behind her building desire.

“And two rings. One from each of you,” she continues, but I would stay here all night while she detailed every fucking thing she’s ever wanted, agreeing without complaint just to allow the light to keep infecting her soul.

“The biggest fucking diamonds we can find.” I roughly squeeze her ass cheeks through the fabric of her pants, feeling as her body clenches tighter, almost as if this little dance is turning her on.

Everything I’ve seen today has pointed to the possibility that intimacy may not be easily attainable for her, at least in the condition she was in a few hours ago, but every passing minute is reviving my fierce little temptress that I fell so fucking hard in love with.

“One more thing: I want to kill my father. I may be afraid, so fucking afraid to go back to his house of horrors, but I don’t run away from a fight. He needs to pay for every scar he put on my body, in my mind, and especially for what he did to you two,” she states, the sudden coldness in her voice regaining my full, undivided attention, but before I can mindlessly agree, Tyson reminds me that he’s here, too.

“Carter.” His husky voice causes her body to jump in my arms, the reaction from his aggressive tone scaring her, but I stroke my hands along her hips, hoping my touch can keep her settled.

“Please. I need this, just as much as I need all those wonderful things for us in our lives,” she pleads, craning her neck until their eyes meet, but Tyson doesn’t seem like he’s going to budge, until he shocks us both.

“We’re leaving the States first. We’ll plan his downfall from afar, only coming back once we’re ready to bring the battle to him,” he counteroffers, and I can feel her spirit reactivating at his words, the hopefulness of him granting her request causing her heart to rapidly beat against her chest, and mine.

“Deal.”

THIRTEEN

CARTER

After a night filled with confessions, heartfelt moments, and a reunion for the ages, I find myself buried under two sets of arms, a heavy realization settling in that I actually fell asleep.

The sun is peaking through the drawn curtains, birds are chirping just outside the window, and a feeling of refreshment overtakes every ounce of my previously weighed down body.

Slipping from the muscular men on either side of me, I perch myself on the edge of the bed, unable to truly fathom that this is really happening.

Reconnecting with Jasper, and gaining insight to Tyson’s plans, must’ve worn me out, but this is only the beginning of a battle I declared.

Being back with my boys is a harsh reminder that I’m not a little girl who rolls over because of a threat, or lets any infraction slide without a stern punishment, and I’m slowly churning back to life, like a hurricane brewing in the Atlantic.

Day by day, my speed is increasing, the strength rebuilding in my core, all while I move further toward the destination I’ve chosen for catastrophic landfall.