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Fucking Mila. Our beautiful goddess. Mila, with her sharp sense of humour, the faint freckles on her nose, and her grey, cat-like eyes that look bluer in the sun. The way when she was faced with everything I threw at her yesterday, her first thought was that no matter what, we look after her mum and find Ella.

Then there’s that face, her hair, that body, the four little moles and one tiny freckle on her left shoulder that look like the shape of the Southern Cross. The way she takes everything we give to her when we fuck, how willing and wanton she is, despite being new to all this. How brave she was yesterday when I told her Logan’s been cheating on her since before they were even married.

Mila, our beautiful, brave, funny, determined, dark angel.

It has been less than a week, but I already know I’m falling.

I know Sam is, too.

I just hope I haven’t fucked things up and they cut me out of the equation because I want more. More than just sex. Iwanta relationship.

Her.

Him.

Me.

Despite the numerous threesomes I’ve enjoyed over the years, I’ve never considered a permanent polyamorous relationship with anyone, but with Sam and Mila, I’m ready.

I don’t know where all this is going, whether it’s something the other two would even consider, especially since they already appear to have formed a bond totally separate from what the three of us have. Maybe I’ll just have to watch from the sidelines, waiting for the moments they invite me to join them. Right now,I’d seriously consider taking just that if it was all they had to offer.

The Cranberries’ “Zombie” starts to play as I pull into the underground parking garage at the club. Our offices are in the same building but separate so there’s no stigma attached to our staff as they’re entering or leaving the building.

The song’s cut off by an incoming call.

Ritchie, the name of one of the undercover blokes I’ve got working with us, shows on my dash display, and I tap the button on my screen to answer.

“Yeah, mate?”

“You sitting down?”

“I’m driving, why?”

“I’ve got something, and you probably need to pull over.”

“I’ve just pulled into the car park at the club. Let me swing into my spot.” I park in my designated bay, put my car in neutral, and pull up my handbrake. “What ya got?” I ask.

CHAPTER 15

Mila.

I wake to the sound of my phone ringing from where I left it on my bedside chest of drawers. Reaching for it, my stomach churns when I see my husband’s name on the screen.

“Hey,” I answer, my voice sounding rough from sleep.

“You still in bed?”

I know I shouldn’t be surprised at his tone or that that’s his first question when we haven’t spoken since he dropped me off here with a concussion, stitches, and a broken wrist on Monday, but a little stab of something still pierces my chest. Then I remember everything I now know about this man, and I quickly move my jaw from side to side to relieve the tension before I speak again.

“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep last night so got up at three and made myself a tea. It obviously did the trick,” I explain, forcing my tone to be gentle? Cute? I don’t know. My aim isnotto make it sound like I wouldn’t piss on this man if he was on fire, in fact, I’d dance around his burning body, naked! Hopefully, I manage to hide all of that.

Looking down at my phone, I see that it’s only six-thirty, so what the fuck is his problem anyway?

“Listen, you’ve got an appointment at the fracture clinic today, but I’m a bit tied up?—”

With Alice, I wonder? “No worries,” I interrupt. The last thing I want is him coming here. “I can get a train.”

“Mila, we don’t do trains. Get an Uber or a taxi, but do not get a train.”

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