Page 108 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

She turned to share the moment—then froze.

I saw the second her breath caught. Because we weren’t just admiring the view. We were admiringher.

The four of us stood shoulder to shoulder, eyes fixed on our girl.

Tommy grinned. “Told you there’d be one more surprise.”

Dimitri stepped forward first, pulling a square velvet box from his pocket. “We’ve already claimed you in every way that matters. You’re ours, Kitten.” Using both hands, he opened it, presenting her with a beautiful gold band with a large diamond displayed in an intricate setting.

Marco flipped open a second box, without ever looking away from her, his band a perfect compliment. “But we want to be bound to you in every way.”

Tommas moved beside them, holding out his own. “Will you marry us?”

Then it was my turn. I stepped up beside my brothers, my heart damn near pounding out of my chest. “Say yes,Sweetness.” My voice was gravel, rough around the edges, like everything else I was.

I opened my box, revealing a simple gold band. No diamonds. No frills. Just solid, strong, and steady—like what I felt for her. I knew it was perfect the second I saw it.

On the inside, I’d had it engraved with two words:Mine. Always.

Because that’s what she was. What she’d always be.

Her eyes went glassy. Her bottom lip trembled. She looked at each of us, completely undone, the Paris sky glowing gold behind her like a goddamn movie.

“Yes.” She nodded, breathless and beautiful. “Of course, yes!”

We slid the rings onto her fingers. Each one was different, but together they formed something whole. They complemented each other—just like us.

Kit laughed through her tears as we wrapped her up in a tangle of limbs and warmth and love. Tourists cheered. Someone took a photo.

But all I saw was her—shining like the fucking sun, standing in the middle of my world, making it turn.

And I knew, right down to the marrow in my bones, I’d spend the rest of my life protecting that light. Loving her so hard, it would never have the chance to go out.

epilogue: julia

JULIA

Kit walkedthrough the doors of the OMA like a golden ray of sunshine.

Hair straight and layered, cheeks flushed, eyes so full of light they literally sparkled when she smiled. The scent of something sweet clung to her beyond her normal signature—sugar and vanilla and a little citrusy undertone I’d come to associate with her bakery.

Waving goodbye to Marco, who gave me a chin lift in greeting before taking a seat in the lobby to wait for her, she headed my way, practically radiating physical warmth.

God, I loved her. But I also kinda wanted to flick her on the forehead, just on principle.

I wasn’ttryingto be a bitch; I swear—

But I’d give my left tit for even asliverof that happiness.

Was I jealous?

Hell yes.

I wanted to be just as happy.

But more than that?

I wanted to be just asfree.

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