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“And does that happen often?”

“More than I like.” She wraps her arm back and around my head. “Maybe I’ll make you a t-shirt.”

I chuckle into her neck and drive in harder. My name is off Emmy’s lips on repeat as I bite down on her shoulder, following it by my mouth to soothe it away.

“Come on, baby,” I whisper against her skin. “Give me that pussy and finish all over my cock.”

Together we sound like we’re running a damn marathon, and when she cries out again, I fuck every single one of her exhales out of her until I’m heaving my orgasm inside her.

We fall in a heap on the bed, and Emmy comes up to cuddle into the crook of my arm.

“Bishop?”

“Yeah.”

“Will you marry me?”

My chest rumbles with laughter as I kiss the top of her head. “Yeah, baby. I’ll be your bitch.”

A MONTH LATER…

“Are they mine, Auntie Em?” Madelyn hovers over Alaric like she’s hardcore studying an ancient artifact and aware of all their actions.

Anyone who holds the twins, she’s near.

Anytime someone feeds them, she’s overseeing it, and the only reason she’s not near Atlas is because she can only be in one spot at one time.

“You can’t own babies,” I vouch softly, watching Alaric watch me as I feed him. “They’re your cousins.”

“But Uncle Kacie says they’re his.”

“Because he’s their daddy.”

“But I’m their cousin, you said.”

I smile at her. “I did, sweetheart, but…sure, they’re your babies too.” Madelyn beams at me, only took her two seconds to wear me down to get what she wanted.

“I have babies! Daddy, daddy!” She sprints away from me, dark curls bouncing behind her as she finds Hardy.

The twins and I moved into Bishop’s house, which calmed down his nerves after my meeting with Ledger. It’s a tight fit, but Scarlett loves cooing and playing with the twins. We take turns making dinner and talking shit at night about anything and everything on the front porch.

Hardy has been amazing and helpful too, with taking the kids if only for a little while to give Bishop and I some peace.

I ask for nothing, yet his siblings took the babies and I in, just like family.Especially on the late nights when I was planning Alexander’s brother’s demise with Bishop hovering over my couch with snacks to feed me.

Turns out Warren was planning on running for President. And the campaign money he was receiving came from drug lords and prostitution rings.

You see, the apple ended up not falling far from the tree. Warren had his own problems, but it was raping young girls, and if they opened their mouths to accuse him, they disappeared.

He’s currently serving time for his crimes, and I got him a cellmate that hates rapists.

“I think I did it correctly.” Kyson carefully sits across from me with Atlas in hand. “If she shits all over me, I guess I’ll know, right?”

I laugh and watch him pluck her bottle off the table. Behind him is the start of our new house, literally within forty yards of this one. Scarlett has helped me pick out colors and windows. She has an extremely good eye while Bishop tells mewhatever I want.

“You really didn’t have to go change her,” I reply. “I could’ve—“

“Gotta learn sometime.” He shrugs. “I have a feeling I’m going to have a lot of babysitting hours in my near future.”

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