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Why the fuck can’t tonight be my night? She used to be so much fun when she was tipsy. It was like the moment the shit entered her system, all inhibitions disappeared.

Not that my girl wasn’t experimental without it. I suppose you’d have to be to not only fall in love with three men but allow them to fuck all your holes.

Fuuuck. My dick has been hard since I spotted her naked in her apartment yesterday. Damn. Has it only been a day?

Yep. Less than twenty-four hours of having our girl back, but at least I’ve tasted those fucking lips again.

Yeah, great. I got to kiss her, but Kato will fuck her tonight. I have zero doubt about that. She can act like she isn’t into it, into us anymore, but the way her pupils were dilated when I pulled away from the kiss and the way her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths tells me she’s fighting her body’s reaction.

She keeps asserting that her presence in our home is somehow determinantal to our health and well-being, but we aren’t hiding it. Hence the reason Kato is making a big show of announcing their engagement. The reason he’s planning this huge, lavish, showy wedding.

I frown as I watch her tip her empty glass in an attempt to drain the last couple drops at the bottom.

“What about bridesmaids and all that shit?” I ask.

“What?” Kato asks.

“There are three of us. You get two of us on your side. What about her bridesmaids?” I ask, jerking my chin toward Everest.

She turns her unfocused eyes to me. “I don’t have any friends left. Remember? I’m dead.”

Dead? I’m not sure anyone thought she was dead, not after her father’s announcement of her elopement to some Bratva asshole.

Her words are slurred. Why is that so fucking cute? She’s not even pouting. She just looks…sad. Yet my dick is still twitching, thumping the back of my zipper.

I’m going to have to rub one out before the night is over, or I’m going to lose my fucking mind with her so close.

“What about Flora?” I ask.

Kato growls. Brix grumbles a curse under his breath.

I just grin.

Everest turns those hazy eyes back to me. “What about her?”

“You two were attached at the hip growing up. Call her. She can be your bridesmaid of honor or some shit.”

“Maid of honor.” She frowns. “Is she married yet? Then it would be matron of honor.”

Flora is Russian. And yep, you guessed it, from a big ol’ crime family just like all of ours. And her father just happens to be the head of the local Bratva. Everest’s former best friend is the only child of the Pakhan.

Probably the only reason she was ever allowed to hang around Everest growing up.

“Not married off. Yet,” I say.

I’m tired of the space between us.

Unfolding from the chair I held down during the wedding shit, I cross the room and plop my ass right down next to her, pulling her onto my lap so she’s nestled between my spread knees, her back to my chest, and pull her until her head rests against my shoulder.

I’m not sure whether it’s the alcohol, exhaustion, or maybe she’s finally giving in, but she’s beyond pliable and agreeable as I wrap my arms around her and bury my face into the crook of her neck to inhale her scent.

She’d showered just before we entered her apartment last night, but not yet today. There’s still a hint of whatever cheap shit she used to wash off the sweat and glitter from the club, but I can still detect that honeyed smell of her skin. It always reminded me of summer, sex, and happier times.

“I’ll call her and tell her to come over tomorrow,” I say.

Both Kato and Brix grumble their complaints but fuck them. If they can’t see the plan I’m laying out, that’s on them.

Dangle a little bit of joy in front of her, then rip it away. Not like we’ll be letting the two whores out to play together.