Page 104 of The Broken Queen
Sure enough, seconds later, Gio and Kingston had their guns drawn, and two shots were fired. One bullet per hand that touched me.
Blood had sprayed on the cushion when I tossed it away. The man who was shot fell to his knees.
“You’re going to regret that,” he seethed through clenched teeth.
Movement behind us indicated it was time to move. Security was closing in fast, but we were faster. I lost Carter on the way, but if she was smart, she’d slink out or act like she had no idea what had just happened. On our way out of the room, Juan found us.
“Boys, what the fuck did you do?”
They shrugged as if they’d done nothing wrong at all. “He touched Presley.”
“You’re aware Presley can take care of herself?” Juan asked while we bypassed valet after snagging our keys.
“Presley is ours to take care of now, so while yes, we know that she can. She won’t ever have to again,” Kingston replied.
“Well, this is a mess I’ll have to try and sort out.” Juan let out a heavy sigh.
Gio smirked while getting into the car. “Best of luck, Daddio.”
Kingston slapped his chest while telling me to slide into the back seat. Once the three of us were in the car, we shot off into the dark. Gio caught my eye in the rearview mirror and said, “See, told you, Elvis. Our enemies never actually go away, especially because if you’re with us, then you’ll likely always create new ones. The sky won’t fall just because you’re not a weapon. You can simply relax and be ours. We’ll be the weapons.”
I rested on Kingston’s shoulder as peace filled me. I was finally starting to accept what he was saying.
My father and Scotty had always wanted a weapon, but the twins merely wanted my heart. Even with new enemies chasing us, I felt safer than I ever had before.
“Let’s go home and check on Marigold.”
Kingston pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
The whole car ride back, I was held by Kingston, and I thought of all the things that had broken me, and then I remembered all the ways they’d ensured I was whole again.
I wasn’t a broken queen any longer.
Now, I was just me. A girl who loved marigolds and highland cows. A girl who loved two boys, one with trapped fire in his eyes and the other with starlight.
I was simply me, and that would forever be enough.
