When we’d both come down and cleaned up, crawling back into bed together, she stroked my chest and held me close.
“I think I’d be okay with trying that with you… if you really wanted it.”
“Really?”
I was surprised she’d even be okay with it, though talking about it had seemed to turn her on.
“Yeah, Ror. I trust you… you must know that by now.”
I kissed her hair and stroked my fingers through it. This girl really was my whole fucking world. Her acceptance gave me so much peace.
“Okay, little star… I want that… I really want that.”
Only with her though. I’d only want it with her because she could take it. She could take everything I gave her. She’d shown me that.
“Then we will.”
Now I had plans to make because taking her out of the house was dangerous and Quinn would probably kill me. I didn’t care. I just wanted her. Her and this. And I couldn’t fucking wait.
Chapter 28
When I told Quinn I wanted to see Viktor and Isabella this morning, he’d been surprised. Especially considering we knew a rose would be delivered to the Syndicate with my name on it. It was simply a waiting game. And one I didn’t feel like playing.
After last night with Rory, I knew I had to end this shit once and for all. If we wanted to move forward together as a quintet, then we needed to get rid of the threat keeping me chained to this house. How could I ever be free to go on a trip with Rory whenever we wanted? How could I be free to do anything? It was beginning to get ridiculous. How could we really start our lives with this hanging over our heads?
I was fed up of having Frank chasing me down. Fed up of his games and controlling behaviour. He didn’t get to pull this shit with me any longer. I didn’t think it was possible to hate him more than I already did. I despised the man with every breath I took. He was pure evil and needed putting down.
Quinn told me it was okay if I invited them here considering Viktor was already aware of where we lived. He wasn’t quite sure about my mother and neither was I, but we were going to take that risk.
So I sat twiddling my thumbs whilst I waited, having spoken to Viktor earlier. He cleared his schedule for me, something I hadn’t been anticipating. I told the boys I wanted to do this alone and they respected that. They had things to get on with anyway. Like planning how exactly to deal with Frank.
When the doorbell rang, I jumped up and practically ran to the door. Viktor and Isabella stood on the doorstep with André behind them. I stepped back to let them in, “Hi.”
Viktor stepped in first and I couldn’t help embracing him even as my mother stared at us.
“Kotik.”
“Dad.”
He felt so safe and warm which was crazy considering the first time I met him, I’d been terrified. But here he was. My dad. Treating me the way a father should. Respecting my decisions and caring for my needs.
I grinned when I pulled away, leading him towards the living room. Glancing behind me, I watched my mother stepped in and André closed the door behind them. She looked distinctly put out I hadn’t acknowledged her, but right now, my attention was on my dad who I was still getting to know. Being around him felt right and gave me a warm feeling in my chest. Like I was always meant to have him in my life.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“André and I will have coffee, black.”
I nodded and let go of his arm as we reached the living room.
“Please make yourselves comfortable.”
I left them to it and went into the kitchen to sort out drinks. I’d just put the kettle on when Xav wandered in.
“Angel.”
I was promptly lifted up off the ground and pressed into a bear hug. He kissed my hair.
“You smell good.”
“I should hope so,” I muttered.
He chuckled and put me down, cupping my face and giving me a kiss.
“Are they here?”
“Uhuh, hence drinks. Got to keep up with my perfect hostess skills.”
He snorted, dropping his hand from my face to my waist.
“And here Quinn thought you wouldn’t want to be our little wifey.”
I scowled.
Excuse me? Wifey? Is he joking?
“Oh yeah? You want me to be the perfect little housewife. Cooking all your meals, entertaining your guests and warming your bed, huh?”
“What? No! That’s not what I meant. Fuck, angel, I don’t think of you like that. Besides, E’s already taken up one of those roles.”
“So what, you want him to be your wife now? Are you two going to get married and play the stereotypical husband and wife roles?”
He stared at me in disbelief. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a smile. When he saw it, he pointed at my mouth.
“You cheeky little…”
“Serves you right for being a sexist pig.”
I flounced away from him, preparing the cafetiere and mugs.
“Wait, how is what I said sexist? I just meant you’re our girl forever… not like you can marry us all or anything like that.”
I stiffened. It hadn’t even crossed my mind. So instead of acknowledging it, I decided to go on the offensive. He was right. I couldn’t marry them and the thought made my heart sink a little.
“But you could marry E if you wanted.”
I glanced at him. His brow was furrowed.
“No, I can’t. It wouldn’t be right when we’re all together. I don’t need a stupid piece of paper telling me we’re bound. We already know that in our hearts.”
My chest contracted hard. What he said was right. We didn’t need a ceremony or a legal document saying we were together. Not when we’d already committed to
