Page 91 of They All Own Me

"What is it?" My heart pounds against my bruised ribs.

Connor runs a hand through his dark hair. "This isn't just about protecting you anymore."

"Or taking down Thomas," Isaac adds, his accent thicker than usual.

"Then what is it about?" I grip my coffee mug tighter.

"It's about how we feel," Dom says. "About you."

My breath catches. "What do you mean?"

"We care about you, Tatum," Connor says softly. "More than we should."

"And not just because you're good at making breakfast or cleaning up after our messes." Issac emphasizes.

"Or because you're brave enough to stand up to mobsters," Dom adds.

"Or because you look incredible in those damn yoga pants," Connor smirks, breaking the tension.

I let out a shaky laugh. "You're serious?"

"Dead serious," Dom says. "These past weeks, watching you come alive again, seeing who you really are beneath all Thomas's bullshit..."

"We've all fallen for you," Isaac finishes. "Hard."

"But..." I look between them, confused. "All of you?"

"All of us," Connor confirms.

My mouth goes dry as I process their words.

"But I..." I clear my throat. "I've already been with each of you..."

"We know," Connor says, his lip ring catching the light as he smirks. "We kind of already figured that one out."

"And you're not mad? None of you mind?" I look between them, searching their faces.

Dom leans back in his chair, exuding that quiet confidence that makes my knees weak. "We've shared everything else for years. Why would this be different?"

"Because I'm not a thing to be shared," I snap, my old fire returning.

"No," Isaac agrees, his accent thickening. "You're a woman who deserves to be cherished. By all of us."

"Each in our own way," Connor adds, his brown eyes intense. "Dom's the protector, Isaac's the warrior, and I'm-"

"The smartass?" I suggest, earning a laugh.

"The strategist," he corrects, but his eyes dance with amusement.

"So if I want all three?" The words slip out before I can stop them.

Dom's eyes darken. "Then you get all three."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that," Isaac confirms. "If you're willing."

I bite my lip, considering. "And if it doesn't work?"

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