Page 175 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

Arms flexing, I squeeze her to me even more. “Fuck yeah I do. I knew you were mine from the moment I saw you, and I finally fucking have you.”

“And four brothers.”

My lips purse. “Those I could do without.”

Amused, Havoc raises a brow. “Could you?”

My own brows furrowing, I pause for a moment before huffing. “They’re not horrendous.”

Her eyes roll.

“Fine,” I mutter. “I like the guys. They take care of you and love you as much as I do.” Pausing, I add after a moment of thought, “And they don’t call me crazy, which is a bonus. Other than you, I’ve never gave a flying fuck what people thought of me, but I guess it’s nice to have guys around who don’t look at me like I’m a freak of nature.”

Ezla seems to somehow grow scathingly furious on my behalf and soften slightly at the same time, but her voice is firm and steady when a palm smooths over my shoulder to my chest before it stills over my heart. The organ gives an insistent thud in response. “You are perfect. You are everything I did not know I needed. I love you, and I will thoroughly enjoy having you as my partner when I go on killing sprees.”

A thrill zaps through me, and holy fucking shit my insides are singing. This is everything I’ve ever wanted. “Hell yeah. I can’t wait, Havoc. I’m gonna worship you for the rest of our lives. You’ll be mine and my brothers’ forever. You’re ours forever.”

She’s quiet for a moment before she tells me, voice lower than usual, “I never thought I would feel this way, let alone in response to a claim of ownership, and yet three simple words have never filled me with more delight.” Pausing, she seems to think her next words over carefully before she gives me them, and the two simple but monumental facts she decides on have me feeling higher than ever before: “I am happy. You are mine forever.”

EPILOGUE 2

COOPER

I never thought I’d be in this position, but I shouldn’t really be surprised with Ezla as my woman.

On my tiptoes, I only just reach the floor, and my arms are bound securely above my head by a hoop attached to the wall in our Bonded bedroom. There’s quite a few sex toys that we still haven’t used yet, and I’ve admittedly had a thorough look through all the drawers in here to see if I’m interested to try any with HC.

And yet somehow I missed the metal hoops on extra-strong sticky pads that can be glued to the taalk in here and are able to hold a fully grown man’s weight without budging an inch.

Butt-ass naked, I glance at my eldest brother on my left. “I can’t believe we’re letting her do this,” I mutter.

Identical to me in the way he’s been attached to the wall and left with no clothes on his person, Scotty only raises a brow. “Really?”

I tilt my head. “Nah. I’d let her do anything to me.”

He snorts. “Exactly.”

“You have committed many crimes over the time I have known you,” Ezla starts, and our heads both whip her way as she returns from the bathroom where she’d already started the bloody punishment by ensuring we couldn’t see her undress, staying out of sight on the other side of the wall.

“Most were minor ones,” I can’t help but point out, tone low as my eyes trail over her naked body, taking their time with each and every inch of her.

She shrugs. “Some were not. Besides, I will enjoy punishing you.”

Wetting my lips, I ask, voice coming out far rougher than intended, “So what’s this one for?”

Her eyes darken in an instant. “The other women.”

“There’s no other women, Love. Only you—”

“But there were in the past,” Vengeance snaps, cutting Scotty off. “I am very jealous. I do not like it.” Neither me nor Scotty comment on those words or her next as she tells us, “It is already on my agenda to be rid of them, but this will do as a starting point.”

Being so drunk out of my mind at the time, I can’t even remember the girls I was with before, and I believe Scotty doesn’t really either. And I don’t want innocent lives taken, but I also can’t and don’t want to stop Vengeance from being who she is. She’s the woman I fell in love with, every part of her, and I wouldn’t ever want to change her in the slightest. Fuck knows what that means for my own morals, but it’s the truth. And so no, I don’t comment on her bloodthirsty words, my lust as unwavering as my gaze on her.

Moving over to the bedside table on the right side of the bed, Ezla crouches down. I can’t see all of the drawers from here, and I narrow my eyes as I hear her rummaging around.

When she rises, they narrow further on her closed fists. “What’ve you got there, Vengeance?”

A slow smirk lifts the corner of her mouth on the side of her scar—the scar containing me.