Page 177 of Property of Necro
Necro gets down on one knee.
Coffin lines up beside him, and Rot’s the last to join.
Holy hell.
All three of them look up at me expectantly from the soggy ground and smile—even Necro, who’s removed his mask for this, but not his wraparounds to protect his sensitive eyes.
Chewing my bottom lip, I hug our chicken way too tightly against my chest, causing her to bite my t-shirt to give her an inch to breathe. “Wh-what are you doing?” I squeak as my stomach tumbles like a dryer full of bricks.
Asking you to marry us,Necro signs.
Oh. My… I…
“Y-you want to marry me?” I croak.
Yes,he signs, flashing me a lopsided smirk, which is somehow far sexier since his lips are scarred and don’t work just right. It’s endearing and, dare I say, adorable. It’s my kryptonite, and he knows it. That’s why he takes off his mask whenever things get serious…when he means business. It gives me goosebumps and turns me on. I can’t stop staring because he’s outside. During the day. Again. Sure, it’s overcast, and there are plenty of trees providing shade, but he hates the sun, and the sun hates him.
“You’re ours. We wanna make this official,” Rot adds softly like he’s afraid I’ll run.
“But… I can’t… Legally.” We live in America. I can’t have three husbands.
Coffin waves me off. “Legally, you’ll be the property of Necro. It’s safer that way, since he’s the club president. But you’ll still be ours. ‘Til death do us part, and even after. ‘Cause you’re not visitin’ the afterlife without me. I’ll cut a motherfucker,” he growls.
Butterflies erupt in my middle at his sincerity. “I know you will.”
“For you, I’ll do anything,” Coffin vows, bowing his head like a knight.
“So, what do you say, Red? You gonna be a good girl and marry us today?” Rot asks, and my eyes grow even bigger, if that’s even possible.
“Today?” I squeak.
My dark-haired hottie nods. “Yep. Today.”
“Today. Today? As in right now?” Are they out of their flippin’ minds?
“Yes.” He smirks. “As in right now. In the church. Mama got ordained and everything for this.”
Hold up.
“Mama’s gonna marry us?” Since when does he have that authority? Why didn’t he tell me? Isn’t this something I should’ve known before today?
“Well, yeah,” Rot replies. “Who else would you want to do it?”
I wave for them to stand. “Get up. Get up right now so we can talk about this.” We need to talk about it. A lot. For days. Possibly weeks. This isn’t something to decide on a whim. This isn’t Vegas.
They all share a look, speaking without words. Necro shakes his head and signs,We’ll get up when you agree to marry us.
Fuck.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Sweet Cheeks, just say yes. You know you wanna. I have the perfect honeymoon planned. I’ve been planning it for months,” Coffin adds.
“A honeymoon? Months?” They’ve been planning it for that long? Somehow, I didn’t notice, and they never let it slip. How’s that even possible? I spend every waking hour with at least one of them or Mama.
“We leave tomorrow,” Coffin confirms, resting a forearm on his knee.
“No… No. We don’t. I… What the hell? You just got back from a run yesterday.” I point to Coffin and swing my finger to Necro. “You just slaughtered an entire truckload of men last night, live. You haven’t even slept yet.”
