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I buried my face in my dad’s chest and tightened my arms around his waist. “I’m happy, but if they piss me off, you’ll be the first person I call.”

Dad barked out a laugh along with my brother and my three men. When Rocco gently pulled me out of my dad’s embrace, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed the side of my head. “It’s a good thing you have his number in your favorites then, Tesoro,” he rumbled. “Because I’m sure we’ll piss you off more than you’d like, but it’ll always be because we want to keep you safe.”

I sighed and relaxed into Rocco’s arms and watched my dad look on with pride shining in his eyes.

Rocco wasn’t fucking wrong. I have called Dad a few times because my men have made a rage grow inside of me that I didn’t know I was capable of. Every time my dad has simply laughed and told me to go back to my men.

I thought he was on my side.

As I watch the most important men in my life laugh together, I know, deep down, he was. He was right too.

My men didn’t let me put off the wedding for long and less than six months later I was legally married to Leo. It was a beautiful event, even though it was stressful as hell to put it together. Not only did I legally marry Leo, but the ceremony included a commitment ceremony with Gio and Rocco.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I clear my throat and Leo’s attention immediately snaps toward me. I can’t help but smile as he elbows Gio and gives Rocco’s shoulder a squeeze. They immediately abandon their conversation and descend upon me, a mixture of emotions and questions in their eyes.

“I have an announcement to make,” I say loud enough to get everyone’s attention and my men stop a few feet away from me. I turn toward Viola first and give her a bright smile. “First, I want to say happy birthday to my best friend and sister,” feeling the weight of my engagement ring and wedding band on my finger, “which is now official and not just words.”

Viola giggles and nods, her eyes soft. “We were always sisters of the heart.”

I swallow hard, determined not to cry. At least not yet. “I asked Viola if I could borrow her spotlight and have her birthday dinner here because it’s not always easy to get everyone who matters in one place. She was gracious enough to not only allow it but encourage it.”

I take a moment to get myself together as I look around the room, my heart swelling with love. Rocco closes the distance between us and whispers, “Are you okay, Tesoro?”

I nod and then grin, my voice carrying. “I’m good. It’s just pregnancy hormones getting the better of me and making me emotional.”

The room freezes for a moment and then erupts in applause and cheers. Before I can soak it all up, my men are there surrounding me and touching me. I look into three sets of brown eyes and see awe, love, devotion, and acceptance.

It’s everything I ever wanted, but so much more as well.

When they kiss me, one after the other, I sink into it and feel their love and excitement.

“No corsets for you for a while,” Leo, who is the last to kiss me, murmurs against my lips.

I throw my head back and laugh while looking forward to when they can wrap me up in satin, lace, and strings again. Bringing our baby into the world is a good reason to wait, but there is something special about when they cinch me up and worship me.

As the congratulations from my family wrap around me, I’m thankful for being right where I’m supposed to be and with the men who make me whole.

EPILOGUE 2

TWO YEARS LATER

LEONARDO

As Fleur braces herself by holding onto Rocco’s shoulders, Gio is concentrating hard on pulling the strings of the corset she’s wearing tight. I can almost see his stress melting away with every tug. I understand the feeling.

There is something calming about pulling those strings tight. It’s something tangible and anticipatory. I’m sure I could analyze why it’s a turn on or why the ritual means so much, but I don’t see a reason to. We found something that binds us together by dressing our woman in a corset, the motions just as important as the final result.

She is more than happy to indulge us because it’s something she needs just as much as we do.

When our woman’s eyes meet mine from where I’m sitting in Room Eight, I can see the love she has for me. It makes my chest tight in the best of ways. I wonder if it’s the same feeling she gets when we lace up her corsets.

Maybe it’s the same feeling she gets when she watches us with our son considering the soft look on her face is the same one that she gets as she watches us with Enrico. It makes her even more beautiful and until Enrico was born, I didn’t know that was possible.

Fleur gasps as Gio tugs a little harder and my cock throbs in response. He growls, “I can’t wait to sink into your pussy, Tesoro. We’re going to fill you with so much of our cum that your body will have no other choice but to give us another baby.”

The way she rubs her thighs together tells me just how much she enjoys the thought.

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