Page 92 of Dirty Heirs

“I would never harm Bridget’s daughter.”

Even after years without her, I could see Declan still harbored feelings for my mother. I wondered if she would still be alive if she had chosen both men. My father created more enemies than allies, and to this day, we still had no idea who killed my mother. We suspected the Murphy crime family sent those men to our house, but we had no proof, only whispers and rumors.

“Our wedding is next month,” Sonny told him. “I expect you to be there to walk your daughter down the aisle.”

Dad fixed a hardened glare at my soon-to-be husband and nodded. Just like that, years of hatred ended with a baby, a marriage… and my happily ever after.

Epilogue

AIDEN

Two years later…

My life was fucking perfect. I had the love of a beautiful artist and a pretty boy who liked sucking dick more than breathing. And said pretty boy was being a real pain in my ass today.

“Stop moving,” I told Sonny, pressing my hand down on his thigh to keep him from squirming on the InkBed. “You’re going to end up with a janky-ass tattoo. I can’t have my husband walking around Devil’s Creek displaying mediocre art on his sexy body.”

We owned a successful tattoo studio in Beacon Bay called Trinity Ink. The trinity knot represented the power of three, so our girl came up with the name to represent all three of us.

“It fucking hurts,” Sonny shot back.

“Stop being a baby.” I set down the ink pen and smirked. “My cock in your ass hurts more than a little tattoo.”

He slid closer to me and grinned. “Your cock in my ass would make this feel better.”

I moved the chair between his legs and rested my hands on his knees. “Yeah? But I’m working. I can’t have any distractions.”

Sometimes, I pinched myself to make sure this was all real. Especially when I looked at the adorable baby boy who thought it was funny when he stole his daddy’s charcoal pencils. Oliver Cormac-Wellington had blond hair and blue eyes like his parents. We decided not to get a paternity test because it didn’t matter which of us fathered him. Any child Ella had would be ours.

“I could use a distraction,” Sonny crooned. “Make me come… and then you can ink every inch of my skin.”

I could always tell when he was tempting me with sex to take his mind off something else. Even the tattoo was another way for him to occupy his body and mind. But it wasn’t working, not with all his complaining about the pain. Did he think it was going to be a love tap?

“You’re nervous about taking over for your dad,” I guessed. “Am I right?”

He nodded.

“That’s why you’ve been fidgeting all day.”

Another nod.

Sonny was voted in by the board of directors at Mac Corp as the new CEO. It took some time for his dad to accept him and our relationship. Well, that was our son’s doing. Once Conrad laid eyes on Oliver, he stopped judging us. He lowered his walls and finally let all of us into his life.

I raised Sonny’s hand to my mouth, and he shivered when I kissed his soft skin. My man had hands more delicate than our wife. Sonny was such a priss, and I loved that about him. We were opposites, but it worked.

The door opened, and Ella popped her head inside. “Oh, are you done already?”

I shook my head. “No, your husband is a giant baby and afraid of needles.”

“Bullshit,” Sonny said. “I’m not afraid.”

Ella entered the room and closed the door behind her. “Good art requires some pain.” She stopped at the table’s edge and slipped her fingers between his. “I’ll tell you what… if you let Aiden finish your tattoo, I’ll give you a reward right now.”

“Oh, yeah?” Sonny hopped off the InkBed and moved Ella into his place. He spread her legs and got on his knees, kissing his way under her skirt. I pushed it up so I could watch his tongue plunge inside her through a pair of lacy black panties.

“Sonny,” she whimpered, tugging at the ends of his hair. “Mmm… Don’t tease me.”

At the apex of her thighs, Ella had Property of Aiden Wellington on the right side and Property of Sonny Cormac on the left written in script. They were the first tattoos I did after Ella taught me how to work with a tattoo machine. The ink pen wasn’t much different from a pencil once I got the hang of it.

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