Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,142

arm around my shoulders as we headed out the door.

Saint was waiting in his usual seat at the dining table, his fingers steepled together and rage brimming in his eyes. "You're late," he bit out and Kyan made a show of pressing a messy kiss to my mouth.

"Sorry, brother, consummating a marriage is lengthy work. I had to write my name on the inside of her pussy with a sharpie attached to my dick," Kyan joked and I ducked out from under his arm, shaking my head at him with a smirk as I headed into the kitchen.

Monroe stepped through the front door, looking like a furious heathen as he strode toward us with his jaw ticking. "Explain."

Blake's door slammed just before he arrived too and he stalked into the room with his muscles bunched. He looked seriously tired and I bit my lip guiltily as I realised we'd probably kept him up half the night.

"Fuck you." He pointed at Kyan. "And you." His finger wheeled onto me. "I want an explanation."

"I really don't know what more can be said. She's my wife. Simple as that really," Kyan said, dropping down into his seat and putting his bare feet up on the table.

I sighed, getting some food from the fridge. "His family have some stupid rule that basically means I'm fair game unless I'm married to him. And his crazy grandpa was going to sell me to Royaume D’élite to wipe their debt clean in payment for cleaning up all the murders at my dad's cabin," I explained and Saint's jaw gritted.

“Come on, we got married for more reasons than just the threat,” Kyan pushed, grinning at me and I smiled, a blush rising in my cheeks.

“Well yeah…I wanted it too,” I admitted, but that clearly wasn’t the right thing to say as the tension in the room tripled.

Monroe and Blake strode forward, standing shoulder to shoulder as they glared down at Kyan from the opposite side of the table. Apparently he was getting the blame more than I was.

"And you didn't think this needed to be mentioned before you went ahead and did it?" Monroe growled.

"Nope." Kyan shrugged. "I mean, I'm sure it sucks for you guys now that I own Tatum in a whole other way. A bigger way some might say. A way recognised by everyone in the world. By God and Satan and every angel and demon hiding in the shadows."

"Would you stop with that shit already?" I huffed. "I'm not going to tell you again. You don’t own me more than them now just because we’re married."

"Calm down, wife," he chuckled and Blake stepped forward as if he was going to hit him.

Saint held up a hand, drawing everyone's attention to him.

"This is unacceptable," he said, deadly calm, the cogs working behind his eyes. "You cannot hold more ownership of Tatum than the rest of us, that is not how it works."

"Sorry bro." Kyan placed his hands behind his head, leaning back in his seat so the front legs came off the floor. "That's the way it is."

"Once an appropriate amount of time has passed, you will divorce one another in secret and we can all allow your family to keep believing the lie," Saint said thoughtfully.

"No," Kyan snapped, fixing Saint with a glare and my gut clenched at the thought too. "I won't. Not ever."

"It's not your choice," Saint hissed, slamming his hand down on the table.

"Oh, but it is," Kyan said with a dangerous edge to his voice.

"I just really don't think it should bother you guys so much," I said gently, pushing some bread in the toaster. “We might be married, but that doesn’t take away from what I have with you individually.”

"Naw, I think they need to be taking it more seriously," Kyan growled. "The fact is by law you are my wife. Simple as fucking that. They need to accept it."

My mouth dried out as I looked over at him, the blazing energy in his eyes making me suck on my lower lip.

"Stop eye fucking each other," Blake demanded. "If Kyan has married her then I'm marrying her too."

"I've already considered that," Saint said in an icy tone. "The closest place we could go to arrange such a thing legally would be Africa, but as travel is suspended-"

"Saint," I snarled. "I am not marrying more of you. This really doesn’t need to be such a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" Saint hissed, rising from his seat. "You and Kyan have