Page 273 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“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.