“You’re a guy.” She toyed with my hands, twisting my ring around my finger. “You wanted to make me yours, and you did. But you weren’t there to see me after—”
“I saw you in his arms.”
“You pushed me into his arms.” She sighed. “You didn’t see me toy with the gun in my room for the two hours Chase was gone.” My arms stiffened around her. “You didn’t see me point it at myself and then freak out that I was even contemplating something like that. You see, I’ve never been one of those girls, the type that get all dramatic and freaks out. You know me, Nixon. I just… I couldn’t imagine living in a world where you and I weren’t together. The love that I have for you isn’t something that’s going to go away. It’s real. I was lucky enough to have it once — and knew I’d only be getting a sliver of it if I grasped at what Chase was offering. But I was desperate for that completion, because when you left me, you left me broken and he was offering to fix me.”
“The bastard would have ruined you.”
Trace chuckled. “Stop being jealous of something that doesn’t even matter.”
“You’re right.”
“I am?”
I closed my eyes against vision of Trace holding a gun, contemplating suicide, all because I’d been careless with her heart, and careless with her love and trust. I loved that woman. I would die for her. I breathed for her, lived every day to make sure she was happy and safe.
“Trace?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Nixon, it’s—”
“I swear, if you say it’s okay, I’m going to lose my shit,” I spat.
“Whoa there.” She snuggled closer to me. “I was going to say it’s fine.”
“It will be,” I vowed.
“What?”
“Marry me.”
I’d never truly understood the expression of air being thick with tension. I mean, I’d been in some pretty freaking tense situations but nothing, nothing compared to the way my heart was ramming against my chest when Trace didn’t respond right away. Did I just propose? Was she really not answering? My hands began to sweat as I waited for the woman to say something, damn it, anything!
Finally… just as my heart was getting ready to give out, I felt her shudder against me. Holy shit, was she crying? Was the idea of marrying me making her that upset?
And then her arms flew around my neck as she twisted her body in my lap and began sobbing against my chest. “I love you s-so much! Of course I’ll marry you!”
I exhaled and dropped a few expletives before I was able to form a sentence. “I swear you just took fifteen years off my life.”
“I think you deserved a long pause.”
“That was an eternal pause, as in, I think time actually stood still.”
“Good.” She sobbed some more. “Now you know a sliver of what I felt when you were dead.”
“Point taken, damn it, but for future reference can we just nip all long pauses right here and now? I’ll freaking put it in a contract and sign it in blood, just no more pauses. From here on out, you need to say yes sir, immediately.”
“I never call you sir,” Trace teased.
“Lies,” I murmured against her hair. “You called me sir last night.”
“Entirely different circumstances.”
“Really? You mean when we were—”
She covered my mouth with her hand. I bit it.
Her eyes flared to life as they trained on my lips.
I licked her palm.
She flicked my lip ring.
I sucked on her fingertips and then winked. Trace raised her hand to smack my chest, but I grabbed her wrist and twisted her onto her back, hovering over her. “I think it’s time to celebrate.”
“What did you have in mind?” She wiggled beneath me.
With a groan, I crushed my mouth against hers. “Oh you know…” I started lifting her shirt when I heard a knock on the door.
“Probably room service,” Trace whispered against my mouth. “Make them go away.”
I nodded and jumped off of her. “Don’t move.”
“Not moving.” She lifted her hands in the air.
“We didn’t order any damn room serv—” I opened the door to Mo collapsing into my arms.
“He’s gone!”
I gripped her shoulders. “Who’s gone? What happened?”
“Tex!” She wailed. “He just… he got a text, said he’d only be a minute, and then I saw him get basically ambushed by four really big guys. I mean they were huge and the—”
“License plate number?” I snatched my phone while Mo rattled it off. She was always good with numbers. “Got it.”
I dialed Sergio first to track the car and then sent out a group text to everyone else. It seemed retribution was going to come a hell of a lot sooner than we’d thought.
I was going to end Campisi’s life if he touched a hair on Tex’s stupid-assed head. I was going to end his line. I would cleanse every last family member, if that’s what it took to get his attention, and I would do it cheerfully.
Chase texted me back right away.
Chase: How’s Mo?
Me: She needs us.
Chase: Lobby.
“Trace, stay here and—”
“Hell no.”
Trace had pulled the gun out of her purse and made sure it was loaded. What the hell kind of monster had I created?