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I beamed the brightest smile as Sin slipped the infinity band back on my finger, and he kissed me with passion, a feverish need he had held back for hours. His tongue demanded more until his best friend gripped my cheeks and puckered my mouth toward his.

“I love you.” Saint kissed me.

“I love you too.” My lips brushed against Saint’s mouth, and our caress parted ways. “Both of you.”

Sin’s and Saint’s foreheads brushed against mine. The need to continue touching them was insanely strong, and we didn’t want to be apart. Never again.

“Are you ready?” Sin placed a peck on my cheek.

Saint pecked my other cheek. “To get married?”

I giggled with excitement between them. “Let’s go get hitched.”

Twenty-Seven

Her Destiny

Sin

Everyone was in awe of Rocko, the ring bearer, as the damn cat waltzed down the aisle in a kitty tuxedo and bow tie with the wedding rings dangling at his neck. The fluffy feline was cute as a freaking button—he’d been groomed for the big day, pampered to the maximum because our girl had insisted he received the best treatment.

“Cute little beast you’ve got there, guys.” Zane stood beside us in a black tux with a white tie, and he whistled at the cat. “Here, kitty, kitty.”

Rocko meowed at Zane. He bent down to untie the wedding rings and held them in the palm of his hand. Zane was our wedding officiant, and his sole priority was to marry us. He’d read our vows, do the ring exchange, and lead the ceremony of our dreams.

“Rocko’s great.” I clenched my teeth to hide my distaste for the damn cat. “Isn’t he?”

Saint slapped my back. “Almost as amazing as my best friend.”

Goddamn cat rubbed up against Saint’s pant leg. Saint jiggled a bell, and the trained cat took a seat beside us. The pussy should run away and join the circus. Save me some grief.

“See?” I glared down at the black ball of fuzz. “I’m better.”

Rocko hissed at me. I had to fix this hostility. Quick. Our bride was about to walk down the aisle.

I tapped the cat on the head. “There, there, kitty. Relax. The show is about to begin.”

“Are you fellas ready for this?” Zane cocked an eyebrow. “Last chance to run.”

“Never,” Saint whispered as he clasped his hands together and stared straight ahead. “We were born for this.”

I peered down the aisle, lined with tombstones. “We were created for her.”

Raven walked toward us first with a smile on her face. Wispy pieces of her hair framed her face, and she appeared angelic, but we knew she was far from it. She had a sassy side, and her wink at us proved my point as she walked by. She took her place on the bride’s side, and then our eternity approached.

The wedding march came on, and Liv appeared. Radiant. Beautiful. Fucking perfect.

Liv glowed as she effortlessly flowed down to her rightful place by our sides. The sight of her brought tears to my eyes. The damn sting of wetness burned, but I couldn’t blink. I didn’t want to miss a single moment of her.

Liv reached us. Frank kissed her cheek, and he gave her to us, releasing his daughter to be cared for by us for the rest of her life, and we’d never take the responsibility for granted.

We nodded to him in good faith.

“You’re stunning,” I whispered to Liv, and tears clouded my vision. “You take my fucking breath away.”

Liv blushed. She took my hand. She peered up at Saint.

“A bombshell, if you ask me.” Saint grinned.