Page 66 of Beautiful Beasts

Bruce was Gus’ older brother, whom no one knew about. When Gus found out his twin brother sexually assaulted me in the shower, he lost his shit. I watched Gus kill his brother, and then he forced me to my knees, promising me that he would replace what his brother did to me. It was Gus’ way of loving me.

Dante and Harley had a hard time with everything, even more than I did, actually; I think it hit them differently. They trusted Gus, and in the end, Gus was the one I needed protection from.

I don’t blame them for what happened to me; in the end, they saved me, and I saved them. That is all that matters.

“I will go get you some hot tea,” Harley says, pulling me out of my negative thoughts again. I smile as he leans in and gently kisses my forehead.

I know they both feel powerless with my nightmares, just like I do.

It will take more time to heal, I guess. The thought of what has happened to me happening to our unborn son fucking scares me.

But I know, I fucking know they will never let anything happen to him or me. We have changed so many things to ensure that what happened with Gus and his brother can never happen again.

“Baby girl, come back to me.”

“I am right here,” I whisper as I snuggle into his side, resting my face on his chest. His breathing is calming and reassures me that I am safe. That our baby is safe.

I never believed I deserved a good life; I just got to the point of accepting that my fate was just that, my fate. Dante and Harley came into my life like a storm, destroying everything in their path and helping me make a new path.

I will never be able to thank them for what they have done, and I will never be able to repay them for saving me from my life.

So I will do the only thing I can do. I will protect them and our son with everything I have and make sure that no one will ever take them away from me.

44

Dante

Three Years Later

I hear the laughter from our son coming from the kitchen.

The deals took me away longer than I thought. Building a new kingdom and making connections took a lot longer than we all thought it would, but it got easier making sure our kingdom in Washington came over here after a while.

The last six years have opened my eyes to many things, and the fear of losing what we have built is a fear I try to hide, but I know our wife and brother can see it. I don’t hide my shit from them like I did before, and it is all her fault.

She came into our lives and made it all go up in flames in the best possible fucking way.

I wouldn’t change anything for the world. She is the one person who brought me and my brother out of our darkness, even though she didn’t try.

That is the thing about Bella that amazes me. She doesn’t have to try to save us; she does it just by breathing.

I make my way into the kitchen doorway; our son is drawing something in the chair at the table. I look over at Bella, who is swaying her hips to the music as she makes our son his favorite cupcakes.

She has taken the whole mother and wife concept to a whole new fucking level, I have never met anyone like her, and every day I am grateful.

“You just going to stand there and watch me?” She asks with amusement as she turns slightly and locks eyes with me. She is wearing Harley’s boxers and one of my oversized t-shirts; some things never change.

“I think I might,” I say in a low voice. I plan on watching her for the rest of my fucking life. We almost lost her, and I will make damn sure that never fucking happens again.

“Well, that is no fun,” she says with a smile as she turns around and grabs the cupcake tray. I watch her closely as she leans down and puts them into the oven.

Fuck my life.

My cock throbs against my slacks as she stands back up and turns around, making her way around the island, stopping right in front of me, her breasts touching my chest.

I can feel her hard nipples making me groan.

“That is not fair,” I confess.

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