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His words spur me on, and I tighten my inner muscles, crying out as a fresh wave of pleasure rolls through me.

“Oh god, I’m—” I break off with a moan as he hits a sweet spot deep inside me, sending me spiraling into another crashing orgasm.

“Fuck!” Atlas groans, feeling my inner walls clench around him too.

Nico lets out a primal growl as he surges forward, his cock pounding into me, his release flooding my body. I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of them both, my body shaking as I ride out the intense pleasure.

We collapse in a heap, sweaty and sated. My body is slick with their combined releases, and Nico’s breath is hot against my skin as he nuzzles my shoulder.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, covered in our cum,” he murmurs, his hand stroking my hip possessively.

“Mmm, and you love it,” I say, turning my head to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Damn right I do.”

Atlas nuzzles my neck, his lips brushing my shoulder. “No wonder we can’t get enough of this tight pussy. It’s addicting.”

I feel light and carefree in a way I haven’t in a long time. “You two are insatiable.”

Nico hums, kissing my shoulder. “When it comes to you? We can’t help ourselves.”

His words warm me, and I snuggle into him, feeling boneless and content. Nico meets my eyes, his gaze soft and tender.

“You feel better, don’t you?” he says, reading the truth in my eyes.

I nod, a smile curving my lips. “Much better. Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he whispers, brushing a lock of hair from my face.

Now that I can think more clearly, I give voice to the thoughts that have been running through my head for a little while—well,aside from the time Atlas and Nico have been distracting me. “I want to go back to the tattoo shop tomorrow. I’ve been through my dad’s stuff before, but now that we know about the marker, I’m hoping something will jump out at me. And I want you guys to come with me.”

Nico’s eyes widen slightly, and I see him take a moment to process what my invitation truly means—not just that I’m asking for their help or their protection, but that I’m inviting him into the heart of Enigma’s headquarters. Definitely not something to be offered lightly.

“You’d… you’d let me come with you there?” he asks, his voice thick with understanding.

“I want you to be there. I want all four of us to be there. As a team.”

34

QUINN

It’s nota long ride to the tattoo shop, but it feels like forever today as I lead the Princes of Carnage to my club’s inner sanctum. It’s strange bringing them here, to the heart of Enigma territory, but I’m determined to find something—anything—that might lead us to that damned marker.

And I want to show them that I really do trust them. I want to prove that things are different between us now.

As we walk into the shop, the familiar buzz of activity surrounds me. The low hum of conversations and the whirring of tattoo guns are comforting sounds after everything I’ve been through lately.

One by one, my people look up from their stations, their eyes widening at the sight of the four of us together. There’s still a hint of suspicion in their gazes, but it’s muted compared to the earlier days of the Princes’ presence in my life.

Emmett, my dutiful second, spots us and makes a beeline across the shop. I feel the men tense beside me, their protective instincts kicking in. Possessiveness rolls off them in waves, but I gently nudge Nico, the unspoken signal for them to stand down. We can’t afford any tension or conflict here, not when everything is starting to finally get better.

I move aside with Emmett, keeping my voice low. The Princes hang back, giving us space but staying close enough to intervene if needed.

“What’s going on, Quinn?” Emmett asks, his brow furrowed. “Why are they here?”

I take a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. “We’re working together to find something important. Something my father was given a long time ago.”

Emmett’s eyes narrow. “What kind of something?”

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