Chapter 42 #3
“I think we just caught the Butterfly Killer,” I hear him say from the other room.
The sounds of sirens get louder, closer.
As the seconds tick by, the pain begins to dull. My eyes grow heavy, and I feel like I want to go to sleep.
“Ma’am. I need you to stay awake.”
“Just a little nap,” I slur.
Shit. I think I’m losing too much blood. I really should have thought that plan through. But I was committed to the bit. If that isn’t pure dedication, I don’t know what is.
The next time I open my eyes, I’m in a white room. It smells of antiseptic, and there are sounds of beeping filling the room.
I move to sit up and hiss when pain spikes up my arm.
“Nola?” Jasper asks, his voice raspy.
I blink over to see him standing by the bed. He looks like he just woke up from a deep sleep. “Hey, baby,” I say, feeling a little funny. “Ugh, you’re so sexy.” I reach up with my good arm and run my hands through his shaggy black hair. “You make me so horny all the time,” I whine.
A laugh has me rolling my head to the side. “You nearly bled out, and you’re still thinking of sex?” Sylas asks, perching himself on the side of the bed. “You really are one crazy bitch.”
“I am.” I grin wide. “I really am,” I sigh. “You should have seen his face when I started stabbing myself.” I start to laugh, the sound manic and unhinged. “He was not expecting that.”
“Neither were we, Little Rabbit.” Wesley sits at the end of the bed, his arms crossed. “What were you thinking?”
“She wasn’t,” Jasper growls, grabbing the hand that’s still in his hair. He glares down at me, but he doesn’t yell, just kisses the palm of my hand before biting down hard enough to make me moan in pleasure. “You are in so much trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?” I ask, grinning sleepily.
“No sex for a week,” he says, raising a brow.
My eyes widen. “What?! No! Don’t be so cruel.”
“Yeah, man,” Sylas grumbles. “Are you a monster or something?”
“I’m hurt. I was stabbed. You should be pitying me, not making me go without orgasms for that long,” I pout. I like his other punishments better.
“You stabbed yourself,” he says with a blank face. “You don’t get sympathy.”
“How about gratitude?” I huff out. “He was literally caught red-handed. Get it, because he was holding my knife covered in my blood,” I giggle. “See what I did there?”
“She is high as a kite,” Wesley chuckles.
“These pain meds are great,” I sigh happily. “Think we can get some of this for ourselves?”
“Slow down there, Lola Girl. Let’s not turn into a drug addict,” Sylas playfully chastises.
“Fiiiine. I’ll stick to the weed,” I grumble.
“Nola.” Jasper leans in close, his face serious, and it’s enough to sober me up.
“You scared us. We thought something bad was going to happen to you. And if it did, I’d hate myself for the rest of my life for agreeing to your batshit crazy plans.
You will never put yourself in harm’s way again, do you understand me? ”
I nod my head slowly, swallowing hard.
“You might not care what happens to you, but we do. You are ours, Nola. The only fucking light we have in this fucked up world. You’re never leaving our sides again. You had your fun, but it’s over now. If you want to do anything like this again, it’s with us at your side.”
“Okay.” I nod slowly.
He grips my chin roughly, glaring down at me. “I fucking love you, you crazy bitch,” he snarls before our lips crash together.
I moan against his mouth as his tongue devours mine.
I feel Wesley and Sylas’ hands on me as Jasper claims my mouth.
I feel loved, wanted, needed.
After all this time, these guys are finally mine. Everything I did to get to this point in my life was worth it. I don’t regret anything. I’d change a few things if I could, but in the end, I’m right where I belong.
With my three monsters, my protectors, my heart and soul.
And at the end of the day, that's all I need.
I’ve never feared the life these three live. The fear was for the possibility of not getting to spend this lifetime with them, by their sides.
Everything happens for a reason, and I believe this is exactly how it was supposed to happen.
I don’t know what's going to come of Roscoe just yet, if it's going to be enough to please the Brotherhood, but I know my guys will do whatever it takes to clear their names.
And if it comes to it, I’d turn myself in.
But I know they would never allow that, they would kill the whole damn organization before risking losing me.
It’s so fucking hot knowing the number of people they would kill just for me.
That's why we’re perfect for one another. When it comes to each other, everyone is irrelevant.
The only people who mean anything to me are my parents, Callie, and these three men. They're the only lives I care about. The people I’d sacrifice my own to protect.
Okay, that's a lie. They’re not the only ones.
The little life growing inside me has been bumped to the top of that list.
But I don’t think right now is the time to tell them they’re going to be daddies. I’ll save that for when I’m out of here.
And I can’t fucking wait.