Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,131

you say yes to me, I'll spend every day making you laugh and scream and moan my name and I'll bathe myself in the blood of any and every motherfucker who ever so much as looks at you wrong."

"What the hell are you going on about, Kyan?" she asked, half a laugh escaping her lips at my words even as her blue eyes were still filled with concern.

I leaned forward and kissed her hard, stealing the breath from her lungs and using it to fuel this madness which had struck me. I moved my mouth to her jaw, carving a line down her throat and biting down on her collar bone before dropping onto one knee before her.

"Marry me," I said as her full lips parted and she stared down at me like I was insane.

"Kyan... What?"

"Marry me, baby, do it because you own me and I own you and you never want it to fucking end. But do it today because you wanna live and the only way Liam will spare you now is if you're an O'Brien by marriage."

Tatum half shook her head, biting down on her bottom lip as she considered my insane request. "But if I marry you, I’ll be a Roscoe, not an O'Brien-"

"My mom is an O'Brien, that's all Liam cares about. I'd have the name too if they hadn't needed me to take Roscoe from my father so that I can use his businesses to front their money laundering. To him, everyone with his blood is an O'Brien and everyone who marries in is too."

I tugged the ring from my little finger. It was a platinum skull with diamonds set into its eyes which I'd mostly bought because I'd known that Saint would hate it and I'd been utterly correct in that assumption. If she let me marry her with this thing and wore it forevermore, he was going to lose his shit in a spectacular fashion.

I caught Tatum's left hand in mine and looked into her eyes as I pushed it onto her finger, my pulse spiking as I realised she was really letting me do it. I'd never actually imagined I'd ever do this with a girl, let alone give a shit about her answer, but the way it felt to place my ring on her finger was making me smile like a fucking idiot.

"This is fucking crazy," she breathed.

"I'm gonna need a yes from those lips, baby."

She kept me waiting way too fucking long for that answer but when she gave it, my racing heart actually tried to leap out of my goddamn chest.

"Yes."

I growled hungrily as I shoved myself back to my feet and kissed her again, loving the way her arms felt as they wound around my neck and she tugged me closer like she was just as exhilarated about this as I was. Yeah it was insane, it was fucking absurd, but it was also a solid fucking plan.

That kiss was a promise of something so much more than a get out of jail free card. I could taste the want in her and I was sure she could feel the need in me too. This was more than just us signing some piece of paper and exchanging rings and bullshit vows. I was all in with this and it felt like she was too by the way she tugged me closer like she was trying to taste my soul.

I forced myself to pull back, smirking at her like the cockiest asshole who ever lived. "Your aunt is your legal guardian, right? We just need to get her to sign off on it as you're a minor and-"

"I'm not," Tatum interrupted me. "My birthday was actually a few weeks ago. I just didn't want to make a fuss over it."

I narrowed my eyes at her even though this was technically a good thing, but not telling us about her birthday was just plain wrong.

"You just let your birthday slip by without celebrating it?" I asked her, arching an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes at me.

"That seems like the least of our concerns right now," she pointed out as she spun the ring on her finger. It was still too big for her, but I'd do something about getting it resized after I made her my wife. Fuck, the others were gonna flip out. But I didn't even give a shit. This was the only answer to this problem and I had no issue at all with