Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
"Ma has it. Why?"
I fish mine out of my dress. "You really should check your texts more," I say, handing it over to him. "I sent you one while you were getting shot."
"Damn." He snaps his fingers. "Next time, I'll ask for a time out so I can read it."
"Next time?"
He grins at me, taking the phone from my outstretched hands.
I stand silently, waiting for him to pull it up.
As soon as he does, he drops the phone, a growl rumbling in his throat.
Zion: You're marrying me.
Me: Make me.
"Oh, angel baby," he breathes, climbing to his feet with the devil in his eyes and a wicked smile on his lips. "You really shouldn't have sent that. This whole fucking hospital is about to hear me make you."
I shiver in anticipation as he pushes the door closed and stalks toward me, licking his lips.
"We can't have sex in here, Zion."
"I'm aware." He hooks his arm around me, hauling me up against his body. "But that doesn't mean I can't bend you over the side of this bed and make you come all over my fucking fingers, Makenzie. We both know how much you love when I take what I want, where I want. So be a good fucking girl and get that gorgeous ass in the air."
"Zion."
"Now, angel baby."
I don't tell him no. I never do.
Epilogue
Zion
Five Years Later
"Which one of you assholes drank my coffee?" I growl, stomping into the lobby where Zayne and Gideon are trying to hang our new sign.
"Was it the one with the cinnamon and whipped cream and caramel?" Zayne asks.
"Yes."
"No idea," he lies through his teeth. "Haven't even seen it."
Gideon's laughter booms through the lobby.
"Son of a bitch." I scowl at Zayne's back. "I was going to drink that."
"Don't know what you're talking about."
"Why the fuck can't you bring your own coffee? You pass four different shops on the way here every morning. Is it really that hard to pull in at one of them and place an order?"
"Apparently so," Gideon says. "He keeps drinking yours."
"It tastes better when it's his."
"That's called victory.
"It's called theft, you asshole."
"Oh, my God!" Makenzie cries. "Will the three of you please shut up about coffee already?" She jabs me in the ribs. "Especially you since it's your fault I can't have any."
"She's cranky," Zayne whispers to Gideon.
"You would be too if you had to wake up next to his ugly mug every morning."
"Good point."
I growl at my brothers, contemplating kicking the ladder out from beneath Zayne. It probably wouldn't kill him. I doubt the sign falling on Gideon's hard ass head would kill him either.
I decide not to do it just in case I'm wrong. Ma will kick my ass if I break either of their pea brains. They don't have brain cells to waste.
"I need your help in your office." Makenzie grabs my hand, practically dragging me out of the lobby.
"Fucking in the office isn't help, baby sister!" Gideon shouts after us. "It's precisely why you can't have coffee right now."
"Shut up! We're not having sex in the office!" she yells back, fighting a smile. She and my brothers get along incredibly well. They've treated her like part of the family since day one. I think they both decided they were keeping her the minute they saw how distraught she was over me getting shot. She pretends she hates it when they call her baby sister, but we both know how much it means to her. We all do.
I think Ma would shiv me for her. No lie. She absolutely adores my girl, and my girl feels the same way about my mom. They're thick as thieves. Which means I don't get away with anything. Makenzie will absolutely run to my mom to tattle just to see Ma giving me nine kinds of hell.
I drive her up the fucking wall intentionally some days, just so she can tell on me. Nothing makes me happier than seeing my wife happy. She deserves every fucking minute of it. I'll do whatever I have to do to give it to her. I'm shameless when it comes to her. I always have been, and I always will be.
Her mother isn't part of our lives. I put an end to that shit the first time she came to visit. Makenzie was a nervous wreck for an entire week leading up the visit. She couldn't sleep. She barely ate. I already disliked the woman, but the minute she opened her mouth and asked my wife if she'd gained weight, it was over with.
I don't owe respect to people who can't respect my wife. I don't give a fuck if the woman did give birth to her. It's the only thing she ever did right by my girl. I dropped her off at a hotel and told her she wasn't welcome in our home until she learned some fucking manners.