I listen to story after story about the first man she ever loved, and I can’t help but fall more in love with her. She loves so deeply, cares so deeply, and I owe that man everything. Without him, I might have lost Roxy before I even knew her. For that, he has my respect and loyalty, and I will ensure he is never forgotten.
For her.
“I have an idea,” I tell her later on, when we’re just watching the sunset through the windows. I know she’s been thinking about starting a fund in his name, but maybe…just maybe… “Why don’t you name your new bars after him?”
She shuffles back further against me where we sit on the balcony. “You think Ryder would let me?”
“They are yours, darling, not his, name them whatever you want. It was just an idea,” I offer, wrapping her tighter in my arms.
“That’s a good idea. He would like that,” she whispers, and I press my face to her head.
“Kenzo?” she murmurs.
“Yeah, darling?”
“I still fucking hate you all, and I want my bat back,” she snaps.
I can’t help but laugh, and she joins in, and when we stand up and she pushes me into the pool, I come up sputtering but smiling. She’s going to be okay.
Roxxane is a fighter, but she will never have to do it alone again.
Chapter Sixty-Two
DIESEL
“What do you think?” Ryder asks, sweeping his hand out to encompass the house.
“It’s…homey.” I never pictured myself in a home like this, but now that we are starting our family properly, it makes sense. “The massive bed in her room is a nice touch.” I snort, flicking open my lighter and lighting a fag.
He smirks. “I figured you’d like that, almost as much as the basement.”
I perk up at that. “Basement?”
“Basement.” He nods. “To turn into yours and Roxy’s dungeon. Do whatever the fuck you want down there to each other, but work stays at the apartment building.”
“Fucking deal,” I murmur around the cigarette. “Goddamn, I can’t wait. Think of all the toys I could fill it with.”
The house itself is a fucking safe house. It’s massive, with barriers, fencing, and guards ready to patrol. It has an armoury, bullet proof windows, and escape tunnels. It’s a goddamn fortress, just what we need. It’s also black.
Like our fucking souls.
All black, the outside, and even most of the inside. Roxy will love it. I don’t even ask when Ryder had the time to start on this project. It’s clear he’s had this house renovated to his specifications, the sneaky bastard. But he’s right—our apartment is nice, but it’s not a home.
This is.
With Little Bird.
I can’t wait to show it to her and play in our new dungeon, I’ll have to get her a housewarming gift…whips are good for that right? I must say it out loud, because Ryder laughs and claps me on the shoulder.
“It’s a good job she loves you, D, because you are one crazy bastard.”
I blow smoke in his face for that. “Yup, but Little Bird wouldn’t have me any other way.”
“I’m thinking we could be in as soon as the end of the month. I’m going to need help, but with Roxy busy working on her bars, this should be easy enough to do. Garrett is already working with security specialists to secure it, and I’ve set up a home office so I can be around more.”
“What about Kenzo?” I inquire, trailing my hand across the black and gold marble kitchen counter.
“He’s aware. I wanted him to have the home he always wanted as well. This was the place he used to want when we were kids. He’s happy to work from home as much as he can, which is why the garage is so big—for his toys,” he informs me.
“A home.” I sigh and look at him. “Gotta admit, never thought I would have another one.”
“Me either,” he replies, looking around. “But it feels right.”
I nod. “It does, as long as you get a maid or some shit. Blood will be hard to get off these floors.”
“They will be fine.” He purses his lips, looking at the tile.
I grab my blade, slice my hand, and let it drip onto the floor. “Clean it up and let’s see.”
“Fucking hell, D!” he snaps, and looks around for something to clean the blood with. Blowing out more smoke, I watch him rip off his jacket and drop it onto the blood and start cleaning while my hand drips more and more on the tiles. “Fucking wanker, carry on, and I’ll ruin your little bird’s surprise for you.”
“Surprise?” I ask, freezing.
He smirks then stands, holding his jacket away from him with a disgusted sneer. “Yes, surprise, asshole. Try me.”
I wrap my hand, wondering what Little Bird is up to. Fuck, I hope it involves pain and her pussy. I’ve been missing our little sessions, but I wanted to give her time to heal after what happened.
ROXY
“I’m going for a nap, want to join me?” I ask the room in general.
“A nap?” Garrett snorts. “What am I, eighty? Don’t think I don’t know Ryder is making you look after us.”
Propping my hands on my hips, I glare at them both. “Fine, then let’s cut the shit. Get your fine asses upstairs and rest. You need to heal, and the longer it takes, the longer you will have to sit around acting like fucking weak bitches.”
His mouth drops open, and I grin sweetly.
“And the longer you’ll have to go without sex.”
That gets them moving. Kenzo scoops me up into his arms, and they take the steps two at a time, heading to his room. He throws me onto the bed where I bounce as they quickly strip. My mouth drops open at all the skin and muscles, but they don’t give me time to drool as they climb into bed, Kenzo on one side and Garrett on the other. They both try to pull me into their arms, and it starts a tug-of-war with me in the middle.
“I’m not a fucking toy, stop tugging at me like you do your cock,” I snarl, as I slip under the quilt and press my front to Garrett’s chest. I feel Kenzo press against my back, their legs and arms wrapping around me.
“If your cock so much as touches me, I’m out,” Garrett growls.
“Got it, no crossing swords,” Kenzo teases, making me giggle as I close my eyes.
“Sleep, now,” I demand.
“So fucking bossy, darling. All you need is the suit, and then you’re Ryder.”
I snort at that. “Nah, I’m smarter than him…don’t tell him that though, he’ll cane my ass.”
Garrett grins and snuggles closer. “And you would love it, baby.”
“Too fucking right, now sleep so I can have wet dreams about canes and cock.”
They both groan but quiet down, even as I feel Kenzo’s hard cock pressing against my ass. I wiggle back and push into it. He groans and nips my shoulder. “Behave.”
I huff. “I am, that was a mistake.”
“Uh-huh, you big tease.”
I mumble something about them both being wankstains, but I do eventually manage to sleep. When I wake up, I’m hot and bothered with two very hard cocks pressed against me and wandering hands gripping my legs and sliding back and forth.