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He sighs contentedly as if thinking about it is a pleasure itself.
“I’d fucking kill every single one of them. I’m going to spend the rest of my life with her. One way or another.”
Killian chuckles but agrees with Carter.
“I’ll be right beside you, brother. We are not going back to life without her.”
They both sound like fucking psychos, but I can’t say I disagree with them. If she asked me to leave her alone I’m not sure I could. I’d try to honor her wishes, but fail miserably.
“Why would you go back to life without her?” Heather asks, sneaking up on us.
Carter is quick to respond, his gaze lifting to hers, his eyes darkening with a possessive glint.
“We wouldn’t.”
She places her hand on her chest as if breathing a sigh of relief.
“Good because all of your names are on my body. So I’ve made this permanent.”
Kill flashes me a surprised look.
“Show us, baby.”
Pulling up her shirt, she shows us the tattoo on her abdomen, and it nearly takes my breath away. Surely she wouldn’t have done this if she were entertaining the idea of leaving us.
There are three purple hearts, and above them it says,‘A love like ours never dies.’Underneath it has each of our names. Lowering her shorts, she turns around, and I realize she kept where Killian had cut into her ass, but all around it, there’s a purple rose with blood dripping from the thorns and says,‘Forgiveness is an act of love.’
All three of us stare at her like idiots. I’m not sure if my brothers expected our names on her gorgeous skin, but I sure didn’t. My chest tightens knowing she has done something so permanent. It’s as if she’s saying yes, I want to marry you. I want to be yours for—forever.
Chapter Fifty-Four
THE HEATHEN
They stare at me, eyes wide, but not a single word is spoken. Was this a horrible mistake?
“You don’t like it.”
Killian stares at me as he runs his hand through his hair.
“Of course we do, baby. I’m a little surprised, but I fucking love it.”
He grabs my arm and pulls me to him as he scoots his chair back from the table. Holding me in his arms, his eyes stare into mine, the color a shade lighter than they normally are.
“We didn’t expect this, but that’s you, baby. Unexpected. Beautiful. And ours.”
He grumbles under his breath when Carter takes my hand and pulls me onto his lap.
“Are you happy with it? Does it make you feel differently about yourself?”
I nod and admit how much it means to me.
“It feels like the final step to erasing them from my life. And your names felt fitting to me because all of you changed everything for me. You were my first consensual touch. My first kiss. And my first loves.”
Carter slides his hand into my hair and pulls, yanking my head to his, his gaze possessive as he speaks in a tone almost threatening.
“Your only loves. First, last and only.”
A friend once told me that possessive men are glaring red flags. So why do I like it when Carter is like this? His stare holds mine, leaving no room for argument.
