Page 25 of Beautiful Scars: Unshakeable (The Beautiful Scars Duet #2)

Chapter Twenty-One

Zane

I follow Levi downstairs, my hands still shaking slightly from everything that happened earlier. Everything that's still happening.

The silence between us feels loaded with the weight of what we've just shared.

My mind keeps circling back to this morning—the way Sunny sighed when I touched her, the soft sounds she made, how her body responded to us with none of the fear and doubt she carries with her constantly since she's been back.

And she slept. More than just an hour or two and woke up smiling instead of screaming. We helped her have that. Both of us.

I grab three mugs from the cabinet, and set them on the counter.

Three mugs? When the hell did that become so automatic? When did I start thinking in terms of three instead of two? Instead of just me?

"This is weird as fuck," I finally manage, because someone has to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

Levi's shoulders drop like I've given him permission to breathe. "Yeah. I keep waiting for it to hit me—what we just did. What it means."

I pour coffee with hands that are still feeling Sunny's warm skin under my fingertips. "Has it? Hit you?"

"I don't know." He runs a hand through his hair, looking as lost as I feel. "I should be... Jealous? Guilty? Something."

"But you're not."

"Are you?"

I consider this as I hand him his coffee. Am I jealous? I watched him touch her, watched her respond to him, watched them together in the most intimate way possible. By all rights, I should want to put my fist through his face right now.

Instead, all I felt then and all I feel now is... complete. Like we're exactly where we're supposed to be.

"No," I admit. "And that's what's fucking with my head."

I've planned operations across three continents.

I've stared down cartel bosses and walked away clean.

I always have a plan. I always know the next move.

I never let my feelings dictate my actions.

But this? There's no protocol for this. No tactical manual for falling in love with the same woman as the man you call your brother and making it work.

We settle into the living room on opposite ends of the couch.

"I love her." The words come out more emotional than I intended.

"So do I."

"I know." And I do. It's been written all over his face for months. "So what does that make us now?"

"I have no fucking clue."

The honesty in his voice matches what I'm feeling completely.

"She deserves everything," I say quietly, thinking about the wonder in her eyes this morning, the way she discovered her own power. "After what she's been through... what we let happen to her..."

"We're not letting anything happen to her again."

"No." The conviction in my voice surprises me with its intensity. "We're not. Either of us."

Footsteps on the stairs draw our attention. Sunny appears, hair damp and curling around her shoulders, wearing one of my shirts and swimming in what looks like a pair of Levi's boxers. My heart skips and trips all over itself.

She pads over to us, settling between us like there's never been any other place she belonged. I hand her the coffee we made for her, our fingers brushing. She's different this afternoon. More confident. More settled.

"You two look serious," she says, glancing between us.

"Just trying to figure things out," I murmur, unable to resist leaning in. Her lips meet mine, soft and perfect. Her free hand slides over Levi's thigh, and she sighs deeply.

"Well, shit." Colt's voice breaks in and bursts the bubble we created around us. He's standing in the doorway with Wolf peering over his shoulder. They’re wearing identical grins on their faces. "Guess that answers that question."

"Shut up," I growl, but there's no heat in it. Sunny blushes but doesn't pull away from either of us.

"Looks like you've all had an interesting day so far," Wolf chuckles. "I never pictured you two being able to share anything, let alone..."

"You really want to finish that sentence?" Levi's tone carries a warning, but his lips twitch with a smile he's trying hard to hide.

"Nah, I choose life." Wolf raises his hands in surrender. "But seriously, everything good?"

Sunny looks up at me, then at Levi. The love in her eyes makes my chest ache. "Perfect," she says simply.

"Fuck! You two can stop gawking already. Can we get a little privacy please?" Levi barks at the two men who won't stop smirking.

"Message received." Colt steers Wolf back through the door. "But fair warning—Rex owes me fifty bucks now, and he isn’t the only one, so expect to hear about it later."

"You were betting on us?" Sunny sounds scandalized.

"Baby girl, we've been betting on you three since the first time you were all in a room together," Colt calls over his shoulder as they leave.

The silence that follows feels lighter somehow. Sunny curls closer to me while keeping her hand on Levi's thigh. It's awkward, but it also feels… inevitable. Like we've been moving towards this all along. Apparently, we were the last to know.

"They're never going to let this go, are they?" Sunny sighs.

"Never," Levi confirms, his hand finding hers where it still rests on his leg.

I press a kiss to her temple. "Does it bother you?"

"No," she says thoughtfully. "Not really. It helps make it feel... real. Like it's not going to just disappear."

Looking at her nestled between us, at peace despite everything she's been through, I know we can figure this out—find a way to make it work. We have to. Because, at least for me, there’s no going back.