“Unless you’d rather not take the job.” Cain cuts Rev a stern look, giving me the choice to back out. Always giving me choices. Something no one else has ever done.
I can’t help the overflow of tears. They spill down my cheeks, and I swipe at them as they tickle my jaw.
“Aw, Ezra. I told them springing this on you might be overwhelming,” Salem says, coming over to pull me into a gentle side hug.
“No, it’s good. I’m just so fucking happy.”
Before I know what’s happening, Cain has me in his arms. He claims me with a deep kiss that makes Rev bleh in feigned disgust.
“Bossman never stood a chance with this one,” Rev mutters.
“Called it first,” Alaric replies.
Cain breaks our kiss to search my face. “No pressure, baby.”
I let out an airy laugh. “I got to set a building on fire yesterday. So that’s a big hell yes I’ll take the job. Did you buy all of these guns for me?”
Cain presses a warm kiss to my neck. “Everything is for you, beautiful boy. My heart included.”
EPILOGUE
CAIN
TWO YEARS LATER
“Twenty bucks he takes you down in five minutes,” Rev shouts over the hip hop music pulsing from the sound system in the gym.
I crack my neck and toss my Chief Operating Officer a glare. Rev’s gone so far as to hang banners and streamers for the 2nd annual company team building event he started up. Ever since I gave him a new title and a corner office, he decided he had all the power at Sinro Enterprises.
I was fine to let him believe it—I’ve had my hands full with Ezra in the best way possible—until Rev pitched the idea of letting the staff beat the shit out of each other.
Took weeks for both him and Ezra to convince me that it would be a good idea, and honestly, it’s done wonders to bring everyone together. Nothing like a little pain to bond one another.
One hundred and fifty employees are crammed in the gym this afternoon, fists pumping and spirits high. Some watch through the windows from the patio. And those uninterested in the boxing matches lurk around the pool or the community living room, drinks and appetizers in hand.
“Five minutes?” I raise my brows, letting my gaze stray over to the fiery, blonde-haired beauty in the other corner of the ring.
Ezra doesn’t look so confident this year. Might be the plug I sank into his ass this morning. But there will be no repeat of him making a fool out of me. My little thief has mastered takedowns. He’s become a better marksman than me, too.
Regardless of the outcome today, I still win out because I get to take him back to our bed and ravish him.
My heart thuds chaotically fast as I look him over. Yeah, anyone could see that he’s my fucking weakness, but I don’t care.
Ezra clasps hands with Forest and Rorik in the crowd, then he turns his head my way.
I smirk back at him, loving the rosy flush of his cheeks. Bet that plug feels real nice.
Sliding fingers under the hem of my shirt, I peel it off. Rev whistles, and employees break out into excited hollers. It has the intended effect, locking Ezra up with wide eyes.
Only, Ezra strips off his shirt, too. I’m in awe of the defined strength he’s gained over the last two years under his perfect, golden skin. He’s put in so much work—in the gym, in the gun range, and with Isaac.
I can’t say he’s a completely changed person. I think he’ll always be a bit quirky and hyperactive. A bit broken, too, but I absolutely adore every piece of him. Even his horrendous cooking failures. His ability to destroy appliances is astounding. His lack of memory when it comes tofinding his car keys and wallet frustrates me, but he makes up for it in sexual prowess.
Christ, don’t get me started on his skill at coaxing me to visit my parents for every holiday. I’m fucking whipped for this man.
Ezra gives me a tight-lipped smile, and I know he’s doing his best to keep from jumping my bones. Our match has gained too much attention among the employees to call it quits. Bets have been placed. I can’t lose again.
I stride into the middle of the ring, adding a bit more swagger to my movements.
