Page 56 of Come to Head

I jerked my head in agreement. “Do I even have a choice?” I quipped.

“No.” He slid the second ring in place, it went perfectly with the first, a soft click sounding as it was secured.

I grew a bit nervous. “Um, guys, did the ring just make a noise?”

Emilio’s lips quirked at the corners, his eyes darkening. He stood, kissing my cheek before I was yanked again.

Oliver gracefully landed on one knee, his curls falling forward in disarray.

This time I wasn’t sure I wanted the third ring, but Oliver whipped one out without giving me a choice, his long fingers wrapping around my wrist.

“I think you know how I feel about you. I hope you are ready to handle a lifetime of three men vying for your attention and that you’re aware there will unfortunately be no escaping our madness.” He shoved the third ring into place.

The click this time was clearly audible.

“Explain to her, she is going to panic.” Maddox’s warmth pressed against my back, his hands trailing forward and securing my wrist in place. “You can take the rings off, but you have to click this button.” He showed me on the side. “Each has GPS tracking, and if you take them off, we’re pinged an alert.”

Why is this explanation turning me on? What is actually wrong with me?

“But what about washing my hands? Showering?”

Oliver stood now staring down at me. His bright eyes at odds with the shadows that enveloped his face. “Then we’ll know.” He pinched my chin between two long fingers, turning my head side to side. “My vote was for a collar.”

I knew without a doubt he wasn’t joking and it caused my heart to beat even more aggressively in my chest.

“Now where are we going on our honeymoon?” Emilio cut through the tension.

I closed my eyes, falling further back against Maddox’s chest. I knew for a fact that Emilio would have agreed with Oliver, it was most likely Maddox that vetoed the collar idea.

“Somewhere secluded.” I heaved a sigh.

There was clearly going to be no escaping this honeymoon, and I could at least bring my work with me.

One Week Later

“Time to take off her blindfold.” Emilio’s voice stabbed through the darkness.

Being on a plane blind-folded had actually managed to nearly negate my fear of heights. I was hoping it would have dissipated entirely with Sebastian’s death, but no such luck. Trauma worked in mysterious and disgusting ways.

Plus, there was the fact they wanted thishoneymoonto be a surprise.

I blinked rapidly as the darkness was replaced with the very bright glaring sun. For a moment, I thought we might still be in Florida, but then I turned my head side to side, taking in the view.

“When I said secluded–” I spun on my heel to face my three men.

Maddox at least had the decency to look sheepish, but Oliver and Emilio just appearedsmug.

“I did not mean a fucking private island!”

A week on this private fucking island with my men,what could possibly go wrong?

Epilogue: Emilio

His Isa

Six Days Later

Emilio paced outside their bedroom door. Tonight was their last night, and he would be damned if he didn’t do what he had been planning.