at the end of it. That’s when my ex turns to look at me and his eyes meet mine.
He has that dead, cold stare, like the one on a large predator. He’s always reminded me of a great white shark. “Do you think this is over, little bitch? Do you think I’m going away and you’re free to be gangbanged by your group of fucking bank robbers? My father’s influence goes all the way to the Supreme Court. To the fucking White House. I’ll be free before you know it and I’ll find you. Like I found you every time before. You’re mine, Sloane, you and I belong together. I love you, little bitch. And as long as I breathe, you’ll never be free.”
His words hit me like a punch in the gut. He’s fucking right.
He will find me. And as long as he’s breathing, I’ll never be free. I’ll never be able to rest without looking over my shoulder. My family won’t be safe, my kids if I ever have any. Because Pierce won’t stop until one of us is dead.
I just don’t want it to be me.
I don’t even think, I reach into Kaden’s unsecured holster, take his Glock and with a fluid gesture I release the safety.
“Go to hell, Pierce.”
I aim between my ex-fiancé’s eyes. I squeeze the trigger and I see a hole appear right between his eyes, right before his body goes down like a dead weight.
Instead of any feeling of shock going through me. Tears of relief well in my eyes.
Now … Now, I’m free.
Epilogue
Sloane – Six months later in The Maldives
River’s lips glide down the column of my neck, while his hands cup my tits, squeezing lightly and making me arch my back into his touch.
“God,” I purr, “I fucking love your touch, Rivs. I just can’t get enough of it. Of you.”
He nips at the base of my neck, where he knows being kissed and bitten drives me absolutely crazy. “That’s absolutely mutual, Kitten. I love you. So fucking much.”
His lips return to the task at hand: driving me crazy with want and I moan when they reach my pebbled nipple, taking it in his mouth and sucking with just enough force to make my clit throb in response as a rush of liquid heat floods the space between my legs.
I pull him up, kissing his lips and wrapping my legs around his waist. “I need you inside me, River. Are you gonna make me beg?”
“Hmm, Kitten. For as much as I love it when you beg me, I think I’m too fucking excited to—”
A knock on the bathroom door makes us freeze on the spot. My dress is in complete disarray, pooling around my waist after River pulled the straps down to free my breasts at the same time as he pushed the skirt up and ripped my panties off.
“Fuck, please tell me this isn’t Alicia again. Someone should tell her that she doesn’t need to be joined at the hip with you. Honestly, I preferred it when we didn’t like her.”
I giggle. “She’s all right. In all fairness we were rude to disappear on her and Roger after the aperitif. They’re probably starving. We should go back to the table and you and I can resume this later in our room.”
River groans, depositing another kiss on my lips before stepping away. My eyes follow his strong, tattooed hand as he adjusts himself in his slacks and I’m about to tell him that fuck Alicia or whoever knocked at the bathroom door. That we could have a little quickie and then take our time later.
But whoever is outside the restaurant’s ladies’ room is obviously a first class cockblocker or really desperate for the bathroom, because there’s another knock.
River helps me off the marble counter of the bathroom and wraps a hand around my waist and I’m thankful for it because his attention has turned my knees into Jello.
We barely have the time to fix my dress when the door opens with a click.
“Ah, there you are, you two! Starting the fun without us?” Kaden’s voice reaches us right before the door slams open and he bursts into the room followed by Royce and Blaine.
“Guys! You’re back!” I squeal, flying into their arms and receiving three hot kisses that do nothing for my knees. These guys have always had this kind of effect on me, I really can’t help it.
“Yup! Fucking cockblockers, I swear,” River grumbles from behind me but his smirk