Epilogue
Sebastian
One year later
"Alright, this is the last box," Daddy says with a smile.
I don't get it.
Why is he smiling like this when this is the second time we're changing homes? Why is he so happy when our first home literally burned to the ground?
Daddy sees the look on my face and walks over.
"What's wrong, boy?"
"Why are you so happy? The plan was always to live in our house, not in my family's compound."
When my father trained me, one of the first things he taught me was that if I wanted to be part of the assassins' family, I had to understand loyalty, that we need to stick together.
He brought me to the compound many times to convince me to move here, but I always refused. I was always close to my Daddy.
But two days ago, Malakai set fire to our home. I don't blame him. If I were in his place, I'd have done worse.
"Hey. Look at me," Daddy says, gently guiding my face up.
Even a year later, his eyes shine with that same love and devotion.
"It doesn't matter where we live. What matters is being together and you being safe. If living with your family keeps you safe, then that's what I want. And besides…" He grins. "Everyone has their own house. It's basically a neighborhood."
I chuckle, because it's true.
The compound stretches across several acres. Everyone has their own house, and there's even a place for torture if necessary.
"I still feel guilty about what happened to Malakai and his boy," I admit.
Daddy wraps his arms around me and kisses my forehead.
"It's not your fault. Malakai will understand that eventually."
Maybe. I wouldn't, if I were in his place. I'd stab him until I felt satisfied.
"Now, what do you want to do?" Daddy asks.
"What are the options, Daddy?"
His smile is so wide. It's hard to focus on what he's saying.
"We can start unpacking and making this our home. Or we can… debauch the kitchen by preparing food." I frown. I had very different expectations when he said debauch. "Or… we can head to bed."
"Option three, pretty please."
"That's my polite boy."
Daddy sweeps me off my feet, and I giggle. I love when he manhandles me.
Most of our life has been perfect since the wedding.
I cut contact with my brother and my mother with Daddy's help and support.
Especially when my mom started bombarding me with messages about Ezrah and how I could do this to Aziel.
It dragged me to dark places. Daddy took matters into his own hands.
He spoke with my mother, I don't know what he said to her, but afterwards we blocked her, and she never contacted me again.
Daddy also accompanied me on several kills. Who knew it would be so incredible to have him with me? He turns feral after every kill and claims my body like it's his only purpose.
We also grew closer to my cousins, especially Malakai. But I have a feeling that's already ruined because of me.
All thoughts vanish when Daddy opens the door to what will be our bedroom from now on.
I gasp.
Rose petals are scattered everywhere. There are several lit candles filling the room with warmth only fire can give. By the windows and in the corners are floating red balloons. On the bed, there are two boxes tied with pretty crimson bows and a red rose.
"Daddy… what's all of this?"
When did he even have time to prepare this?
"Happy anniversary, my love," Daddy says with a wide smile.
Fuck. The happiness in his eyes makes my heart clench so hard I almost cry. Some days, I still can't believe this precious man is mine.
I thought our anniversary was ruined. Yet here he is, being the best man alive.
"Happy anniversary, Daddy!" I choke out as I wrap my arms around his neck. "When did you have the time for this?"
"When it comes to you, I'll always find time. Now, do you want to see your presents?"
"Yes!"
Daddy carries me to the bed, keeps me in his lap, and hands me the bigger box.
My hands shake as I unwrap it. When I lift the lid, I freeze.
My head snaps to Daddy. He's smiling in that hesitant, nervous way he rarely does.
"Daddy…" I whisper, looking back at the box.
Inside is a bunny plushie dressed exactly like me – pink shirt, black corset – holding a tiny knife. Besides it there's a gargoyle toy in a suit. That's my Daddy. But what steals my breath is the diamond choker on the bunny's neck with a bunny charm at its center.
My fingers tremble as I touch it, and my eyes water.
"You're the most precious person in my life," Daddy says quietly. "You're my boy. I wanted to claim you in one more way. I want you to wear this and always remember you have me. And that your Daddy loves you more than anything."
I kiss him because I can't hold myself back.
This man… he's perfect.
"Thank you, Daddy. Will you put it on me?"
"Yes."
His hands graze my skin as he clasps it around my neck. I twist, smiling.
"How do I look?"
"Beautiful. Precious. Mine."
He devours my mouth, and I try to push him onto the bed, but he stops me.
"There's one more box, boy."
This one is small. I wonder what it could be.
When I open it, I blink, then blink again, far too shocked.
"I don't understand," I admit.
Inside is a pink pacifier with the words Daddy's boy.
"I've seen the way you watch other littles with their pacifier. And I know you. Part of you is scared to let go, scared to be fully soft, fully safe. You've always lived prepared for danger. You don't trust safety yet."
I close my eyes as his words hit deep.
It's true.
Even after all this time, I still look over my shoulder. Still stay hyper-vigilant. Still don't let go fully.
"I want you to let go, boy. Slowly. Gently. To learn safety with me. I'll always protect you."
"I know, Daddy," I whisper.
"If you don't want to use the pacifier, that's okay. But if even a small part of you wants to try… then allow me to be the safety you lean into."
My lower lip wobbles.
"I love you," I blurt, overwhelmed.
"I love you, too. Always."
"Always."
Claiming Ezrah as my Daddy was the best decision of my life.
I'll always protect this precious man. And now I finally understand that I am safe in his arms too. There's no length we won't go for each other.
Daddy pushes me gently onto the bed and hovers over me with a wicked smile. I smile back because I know he'll fill me with his cum again and again, just like I like it.
He trails a kiss down my neck, around the necklace, and whispers, "Always all for my boy."
"Always all for my Daddy," I vow.
The End