Page 130 of Queen Of Dark Money

“Noponies, butI’llmake sure to tellDomto return the armoredBugatti.”

Hisvoice was so seriousIhad trouble deciding if he was joking or not. “River,”Igrowled, but he just shook his head and climbed the stairs with ease, my crutches dangling over his shoulder asIclung to them, unsure ifI’dget the opportunity to use them again.

“Nomore words until we get to the others.Promise?”Imockingly mimed zipping my lips and tossing away a key. “Goodgirl.”

Hiseyes darkened asImoaned at the praise.Theyknew how to get to me, and it felt good to know it affected them just as much.Ididn’t have time to dwell on it before we walked into amassive room at the end of the second-floor hall, andInearly fainted from shock.

Theymust’ve had my mother pack up every single thingIowned, because my whole life, what little bit of itIhad managed to save and scrounge over the years, hung in pieces and collections along every wall.

Therewas the blue ribbonI’dwon at the state fair whenIwas ten, the oneI’dthought we lost when we had to move because of a fire, pinned to the side of a mirror my mother pulled from a donation bin and painted for my twelfth birthday whenIasked for a vanity she couldn’t afford.Onthe far wall were the paintingsI’ddone when she enrolled me in art classes whenIwas sixteen, scrounging all the spare change she could spare to gift the ten-day camp to me as aChristmasgift.Behindthe expansive, enormous desk in the corner was a collage of pictures of me, growing up, going off to college, playing with friends, dancing at my neighbor’s backyard wedding with my best friend, even some pictures of me in recent years.Mywhole life was cataloged on these walls: every achievement, every memorable second, every highlight of every momentous occasion, all splayed out to bring life to an otherwise ordinary office.Andthen they took me through another set of doors, and my knees–hadIbeen standing on my own–would have given out at the sight.

Inthe center of the room was a huge bed, big enough for all of us, and on each wall was a set of double doors, each pair a different color of wood, with a placard atop them that spelled out the names of all my guys.

River.

Jasper.

Dominick.

Danny–

“WhyDanny?”Iasked suddenly, searching for him asRiverfinally put me on my feet.

“Wedecorated a whole house for you, bought it off theKingsfor twice market value, moved your mom across the country, rescued your twin sister, and bought you a car, and the only question you have is whyIused my middle name on the nameplate above my door.”

“It’snot the only one,”Ibreathed, leaning back in his embrace as he pulled me against his chest, hands wrapped firmly around my waist, supporting me asIstared dreamily into his eyes. “Justthe first one.Andthe most important.”

Hechuckled as his lips covered mine, our tongues tangling in a sensual dance that stirred yearnings in meIhadn’t had the opportunity to explore around all four of them at once.Hell, the only timeI’dever been with all four of them in the same room was when they’d called the meeting with theKings, and that hadn’t lasted very long.

Igroaned against his lips and let my body sag, trusting him to understand without words whatIneeded from him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hands slipping beneath my ass as he hoisted me up, my legs wrapped around his waist. “Iwasn’t expecting such an involvedthank you,butI’mnot complaining.”

Ireached out as he turned in a circle, my hands falling on each of the men in turn.IgrippedDominick’stie andJasper’scollar, my eyes opening just long enough to meetRiver’sgaze.Thethree of them followed asRafewalked us over to the bed, laying me on my back at the end as he and the others stared down at me likeIhung the moon and the stars in their night sky.

Itseemed likeIno more than blinked, and they were all naked, one’s hands on my ankle, one on my wrist, another sliding the buttons loose on my top, and a fourth brushing the hair back from my eyes.Ihad never had so much attention onme at once, but this was intoxicating, and the urge to protest died in me a second after it was born.

“You’reours,Kenzie.There’snothing left for you on the other side of the country now.Webrought it all to you, and we want you to stay.”Dominickcleared his throat; emotional declarations were obviously not his thing. “Sayyou will.Idon’t think any of us could let you go if you refused.”

PartII:Dominick

Iwaitedwith bated breath for her answer, praying she’d say yes, that we hadn’t overdone it with everything all at once.Iwasn’t a young buck likeRafeorRiver, butIstill had plenty of years to live, andIwanted to spend them all in service of her.Sheneeded someone to take control, to give her a safe space to let go, andIwanted to be that for her.

Neededit.

Shebatted those pretty lashes in my direction asIheld her wrist in my hands, stroking the soft lines of her veins with my thumb, tracing the faint scars that were still healing from her near-death ordeal.Myheart stuttered, my breath catching as the corners of her smile turned up and that mischievous brat flashed in her eyes.

“Didyou really buy me an armored car?”

Mylaugh boomed out, rattling around in my chest asIbrought her wrist to my lips to place a kiss on it. “Didyou thinkIwas going to let my very accident-prone brat drive around this city in anything less?”Icovered her scars in kisses, working my way up her arm as she sucked in a gasping breath. “It’shotpink, like that costume you wore on liveTVwhen you wreckedSinclair’scop cars.”

“You’reincorrigible, every last one of you,” she mumbled asJasperleaned over her to capture those pretty pink lips with his own.

“Shutup and kiss me, woman,” he growled, dragging more of that light, carefree laughter from her throat.

Rafemade quick work of her top and moved to her skirt, which slid off her legs easily, her panties quickly following.She’dspent three days away from us since her discharge, and even though we all trustedRiverwith her, and her with him, the distance had been . . . difficult.

Unbearable.

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