Page 273 of Inferno

“You do, sir.”

One last kiss, slow and deliberate, and she’s gone, walking Isabella back to our home, leaving me high on the scent of her and already counting down the minutes.

“Whiskey?” Finn calls, already cracking the bottle, three glasses in his grip like a man on a mission.

He pours heavily. We clink. We drink.

“So, no more Decadence Games for our big bro, huh?” Finn smirks, refilling without waiting.

I shake my head. I have a new life to build with my girls. If we need a third game, we have other men that would step up.

“Nope. You two are upholding the reputation now.”

They both nod like eager devils.

“Don’t worry.” Conan grins. “Our games are more than enough.”

He’s already diving back into the twisted setup of his own game, The Decadence Chase. Feral. Brutal. So veryhim.

“Maybe Drago could take them over?” Conan suggests, eyebrow raised as he lights a cigarette.

“We’ll see. Let’s just help him settle back in before we throw him into that fire. Reggie and Rowan want to host too, don’t forget.”

Finn’s mouth curls into a sharp grin, jaw tight with anticipation.

“Or we just do four a year. We’ve got the time.”

I should be thinking logistics. Instead, all I can focus on is the black diamond burning a hole in my pocket.

“Speaking of games…” I start, pulling their attention back. “I need your help.”

They exchange a glance, silent and solid.

“You know we’d never say no. Spill it,” Finn says.

I pull the box from my pocket and pop it open. Their eyes go wide.

“Damn,” Finn mutters, scratching at his stubble. “You don’t waste time, do you?”

“Too soon?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.

I open the box wider, watching the way the light catches.

“Actually? I don’t give a shit. I’m marrying this woman.”

Conan slaps a heavy hand to my shoulder.

“Itoldyou. I said you’d marry her. Maybe I’m a fucking witch. Or what’s the word—clairvoyant?”

I laugh. I can’t help it.

“Yes, Con. You’re the family witch. Now cast a damn spell to make sure she says ‘yes’.”

Finn doubles over, wheezing with laughter.

“Don’t encourage him, Dec. Next thing, he’ll be dancing naked under the moon, summoning soulmates with crystals.”

“Wait, does that work?” Conan deadpans. He wiggles his fingers in the air and closes his eyes.

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