Page 158 of Fall into Savagery

I looked down at my boys.

And that was what they were.

My boys.

And it made me yearn for a childhood I never had.

I had been happy at one point, though.

When my mom was still with me, she protected me as much as she could.

Things had been okay then.

I had been the boys’ age when I lost my mom.

At nine, I barely knew anything about the world I’d been in, only that the most important person in my world had been cruelly taken away from me.

I blinked.

My father came to mind.

Francisco said he loved me, but he also said he would give me time, and true to his word, he hadn’t tried to contact me at all.

And I didn’t know what it was about talking to the boys, or hell, maybe even when I burned down that house that made me think of him, but I was thinking now.

Konstantin caught my attention when he squeezed my forearm.

I blinked and looked at him.

“What is it, sweetie?”

“Are you going to marry Daddy?”

“And our uncles,” Dmitriy added.

I didn’t answer them right away. I wondered how much they actually knew about my relationship with my men.

I smiled. “I don’t know.”

I wasn’t unsure about my position in their life, but we never talked about what the next step would be.

Was it marriage?

And who would it be legally to?

I knew for a fact that a polyamorous marriage wasn’t legal in the United States.

How would this happen?

And what was more, none of my men asked me.

I frowned and looked away from the thought.

What would happen next?

* * *

The boys were downfor the night, and my men were out for the evening as soon as dinner ended.

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