Page 308 of Vile Boys

He tips my chin up. “Thank you, what?”

“Thank you, god,” I say.

He smirks. “You carry my name now, little rose. Even if you beg, I’m not ever going to let you go. Do you understand?”

I nod, still overcome by desire.

He grips my hair and tilts my head back. “You’re ours. From now until forever.” He smashes his lips onto mine, claiming my mouth, swirling his tongue around until I can no longer separate where he ends and I begin, and a slow but steady smile forces its way onto my face from the endorphins flooding my veins.

A smug grin spreads on his lips. “There it is. That beautiful, bold little smile I missed so much. Welcome back.”

EPILOGUE

Ares

I stareat my father’s grave as he’s hoisted inside. My mother cuddles up to Kai for hugs as she sniffles into a handkerchief. Neither of us says a word.

Not because we have nothing to say but because it wouldn’t be positive.

Even if she’s crying, she’s probably only mourning the idea of the power he had over this city, not the love he dished out occasionally, like one would throw a bone at a dog.

She swiftly tucks the handkerchief into her pocket and blows out a sigh.

Not one of regret but one of relief.

My eyes flutter up to Kai, who just blinks and nods.

Finally, it’s over.

This fucker has been laid to rest along with the dirt he belonged to.

And I doubt any of us will ever miss his presence.

When the funeral is finished, my mother is accompanied by family from her side, while Kai stays behind with me.

“Who knew a bastard like him could leave such a stain on thisworld?” I mutter.

Kai spits on his grave, and I look up in surprise. “Desecrating holy grounds already?”

“He deserves nothing less. Hope he rots in hell.”

I smile. “Nah. That’s where all the fun people are.”

He smirks back at me. “Wherever he is, I never want to follow.”

“You sure about that?” I tuck my hands into my pockets. “I mean, the Torres company is left without anyone to lead it now.”

“I don’t want a legacy built on blood and lies,” Kai answers, tilting his head. “Father would’ve hated for you to take over.” A filthy smile forms on his lips. “So how about we give him one final big fuck you?”

Sly little brother.

I shake my head and chuckle. “I knew you’d pull something like this.”

“Fuck what Father said. You’re the smartest, most reliable one of us.” He places a hand on my shoulder. “I mean it. It’s yours.”

“What about Mother?”

“I’m sure she’s just happy her sons are still alive,” he says. “Besides, I’m far too busy.”

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