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Behind me.

My gaze locked with Luca’s, and he leaned in to kiss me, not caring Dax was deep inside me, hitting spots that welcomed him with pleasure. Luca’s lips were insistent, and too brief, but when he moved back, it was with certainty in his eyes.

“I’ve been calling you princess all this time.”

“I liked it,” I admitted, rocking back against Dax.

“I should have been calling you queen, Nyah. I see that now. None of this was ever supposed to be mine. It was supposed to be yours.”

I breathed out a long, slow breath, fighting that rush of power that was so heady it felt like cocaine coursing through my blood. But when it settled, it came with a clearer head.

One that whispered I wasn’t sure it was supposed to be mine either.

But none of it mattered right now, when the only thing I knew for sure was that they were supposed to be mine. The three of them.

And I would be forever theirs.

I kissed Luca. Then Lynx. Dax pounded into me until we both came together, my cries of pleasure echoing over the estate and drawing the looks of the men on the ground below us.

But I didn’t shy away from their stares. I stared right back, while Lynx took Dax’s spot, and Luca finished us off, pinching my nipples roughly, fucking me hard, making me cry out his name for everyone to hear while he shouted mine.

When Bruno and Viktor drove away with a body in the back of their car, there was no doubt to anyone within hearing distance what had happened here tonight.

I’d stopped being scared.

And stepped out into the light

Three men I loved at my back, the four of us ready to face whatever happened next.

Together.

28

MACGREGOR

The black car slid past me almost silently, the crunch of the tires on the road the only noise the electric vehicle made. Luca’s right-hand men, Viktor and Bruno, sat in the front seats. I hadn’t even bothered approaching them. I remembered them and already knew they were too loyal to mess with. But I didn’t miss the head bob from one of the men in the back seat of the car, and I returned it, even though I wasn’t one-hundred-percent sure he could actually see more than just a shadowy outline of a man.

No one else in the car had looked my way.

No one up on that balcony had either.

I smiled at the pleasure on Nyah’s pretty face. At the sounds of her moans, at the slapping of their bodies joining together in such a public way.

I gazed down at the baby in my arms, his cute face completely relaxed in sleep. “We need to have a word with your ma, wee one. But now is clearly not the time.”

It would be soon. The fighter, the bodyguard, and poor dead Carlos’s Mafia heir were keeping a close-knit circle on their woman. So close I hadn’t been able to find a way to breach it.

Yet.

It was my fault for making a deal with Matish in the first place. Incompetent idiot. How many attempts did he need to make on Luca Guerra’s life before he actually succeeded? Clearly more than two. I should probably thank whichever of the four of them had ended that man’s pathetic life. If they hadn’t, I would have.

My patience had worn thin.

Luca Guerra needed to die.

And the baby I held in my arms would inherit everything.

Enzo and Matish both had the right idea. Kill Luca. Take control of the heir. Bask in the glory of controlling everything Carlos Guerra had worked for.