Page 289 of Ignite

“What do you think, boss? Reggie and Rowan get their own games?” I ask.

“My thoughts exactly,” he replies.

“Shall we tell them?” Finn asks.

“A day of celebrations,” Declan chuckles.

“Rowan, Reggie, Drago—get your asses over here,” Declan calls out.

I hide my laughter as Rowan looks genuinely concerned.

“We have a proposition for you two,” Declan says, addressing them.

“All ears, boss,” Reggie grunts.

“The Decadence Games and Chase are no more. But we need two replacement games. What do you think about taking them over?”

The twins share a look, and Rowan grins.

“Separately?”

I glance at Drago, and Declan catches my train of thought.

“You wanna do it together?” Declan asks them.

They both nod.

“It’ll be more fucked up if we both orchestrate it,” Reggie confirms.

“Drago…” I say.

His blue eyes are wary.

“Fancy your own game too? You’re part of the family now. The choice is yours.”

He scratches his stubble.

“I get freedom to decide what it is I want? All the details?”

“Yep. Just not the contestants,” Declan confirms.

“Count me in.”

I push myself off the couch.

“Looks like we need a good bottle of Irish whiskey to celebrate—a wedding, two babies, and two more fucked-up Decadence games,” I say.

I beeline straight over to Hallie and wrap my arms around her waist from behind.

“Wife,” I growl in her ear.

She shivers against me.

“You having a nice time?” I whisper.

“I am.”

“You wanna have an even better time?” I ask, brushing her caramel curls off her shoulder.

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