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"Good girl," he managed to say, his words strained as he was still coming down from his own orgasm. "You fuck so beautifully. Not like anyone else I’ve ever met. So perfect. So fucking ours."

"So yours," I agreed when I was finally able to speak again. "So yours. You're all so mine."

I was the luckiest girl in the world.

Maybe I had to go through what I went through in order to end up here. In which case, maybe it was worth it. If this was the light at the end of a long, pitch black tunnel, then I was happy to bask in every bit of that glow.

Reuben and Damon exchanged soft looks. They didn't say the words out loud, but we heard and understood. They were so each other's too.

"Let's get out of here," Reuben said finally. "It's past time for us to get some rest." He didn't look as though he regretted taking the time to shower first. Partly because he would have been as dirty as the rest of us and partly because he'd taken this next, huge step.

"Good idea, boss," Gianni said.

"Yeah, good idea." Damon looked like he didn't know if should address Reuben as boss or something else. Evidently, that was a conversation for later. He stepped out of the shower and started to dry himself before tossing a towel to each of us as we stepped out with him.

"This feels like it was always meant to be this way." Gianni dried himself and wrapped his towel around his waist. He grabbed another to start drying my hair. "All four of us. We all had dysfunctional families, to some extent, but we all found each other and now we're family."

"We are," Reuben agreed. He too finished drying and wrapped his own towel around his waist. He seemed lighter as well. Like he'd spent years carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders and now he was sharing that weight. With us and with his brothers.

In spite of his stoic exterior, I suspected this was a relief for him. He had been raised to take over the family, but that was an enormous job for one person. His pride had stopped him from delegating as much as he should have. Maybe now he'd do more of that. After all, the twins did need to be kept busy. And I suspected Caleb would appreciate more responsibility.

I wondered if I could convince Reuben to step down as head of the family and hand it over to one of his brothers. Probably not, but I'd do what I could to lighten his load.

"And family looks after family," Gianni said. He put the towel aside and picked up a brush to start on my hair. "Especially when they're the family you choose. That's the best kind of family."

"They certainly make more sense than people we're related to by blood," Damon said dryly. It seemed as though he and Enzo still had some work to do. Hopefully they'd sort things out. I had a feeling they both needed each other more than they realised.

Which reminded me, there were some conversations I needed to have. Asher was at the top of that list. But that list could wait until tomorrow. For now, I want to snuggle up with my incredible men, and get some rest.

I didn't bother with a towel. Once I was dry and brushed, I padded over to the bed and climbed in, laying in the centre.

Gianni crept under the covers on one side and Reuben and Damon on the other. They all shuffled over closer to me and each other, close enough that I felt their presence, warm and solid.

After so much death tonight, I felt very much alive.

So loved.

The next day wouldn't be easy, but we'd get through it. Together.

I closed my eyes and listened as one by one, they drifted off to sleep. Gianni started to snore slightly.

A smile on my lips, I drifted off as well. Into a sleep full of dreams, which bordered on nightmares. None as terrifying as the ones I used to have. Those gradually retreated to the back of my mind, ready to be forgotten.

Finally.

CHAPTER 23

MINA

"Are you going to make me close my eyes?" I asked.

They hadn't suggested blindfolding me, but Damon and Gianni looked cagey as fuck. Even Reuben was watching me for my reaction as they led me down the stairs to the basement.

After a long night, we all got a few hours of sleep. Fitful and full of dreams, but much-needed sleep.

"You could," Gianni said. "You trust us not to let you fall or walk into anything, right?"

"Of course I do," I said. "I'm just curious what's going on. You didn't kill him yet, did you?"