LOGINVEX POVMorning comes slow.Not because the sun is gentle—but because I don’t move.I don’t want to.Brynn is between us, exactly where she fell asleep. Like she belongs there. Like it’s always been that simple.It isn’t.My arm is draped across her waist, fingers resting against her stomach, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breath. Kade is still behind her, close enough that every inhale brushes against her shoulder.Too close.Not close enough.Funny how both can exist at once.I watch them for a long moment—longer than I should. Longer than a man like me ever allows himself to linger in something soft.Because this?This is dangerous.Not the power.Not the city.Not the blood that built everything we stand on.This.Her.Us.Brynn shifts slightly, pressing back into Kade without waking. My jaw tightens—not in anger, not anymore—but in something far more complicated.Acceptance sits heavy in my chest.And beneath it—Possession.Mine.Ours.Kade’s hand flexes lightly at her
Brynn POV “I want you both to take me.” I choke out the words, between the pleasure. The night unfolds in a tangle of limbs and breathless moments, boundaries dissolving between the three of us. Vex and Kade move with restraint, both focused entirely on my pleasure while exchanging glances that speak volumes about their shared devotion.Vex’s eyes flash with dark approval as I come undone against his mouth, his hands gripping my thighs to keep me in place.Kade watches with hungry fascination, his own breathing becoming ragged as he witnesses my pleasure.“So beautiful when you lose control.”Vex’s voice is rough as he rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His expression is pure masculine satisfaction.Kade's hand replaces Vex’s between my legs, his touch gentler but no less precise.Vex begins unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving my flushed face.The two men exchange a look over my body—possessive, protective, and filled with dark promise.Kade lays back on th
BRYNN POV The tension doesn’t break.It stretches.Tightens.Something unspoken passes between the three of us — a silent understanding that the room we’re standing in suddenly feels too small for what’s happening.Vex’s hand slides from my waist to my lower back.Grounding.Claiming.“Not here,” he murmurs against my ear.Kade exhales a quiet laugh.“Agreed.”His fingers brush down my arm — deliberate, slow — before he finally steps away from me.The loss of heat is immediate.Temporary.“We should go,” Vex says.It isn’t a question.⸻The drive back to the mansion feels longer than it should.The city lights blur past the windows, neon streaking across glass while silence settles thick inside the car.Not awkward.Charged.Kade sits across from me, one arm resting along the seat, eyes never leaving my face.Studying.Relearning.Every time the streetlights pass overhead they catch in his eyes — dark, restless.Vex sits beside me.Close.His hand rests loosely on my thigh, thumb mov
SIX MONTHS LATERBRYNN POVRoutine is a strange thing.Six months ago, the idea of normal felt impossible.Now it’s almost believable.The club hums beneath my feet most nights — bass vibrating through polished floors, men laughing too loud, deals being made in shadows behind purple velvet curtains. Vex runs business from the back office like he always has. Calm. Controlled. Untouchable.He looks the same.But there’s a quiet sharpness in him now.Waiting.We don’t talk about the countdown.We don’t have to.Kade said six months.So we let the clock run.Contact has been… sparse. Strategic. A message every few weeks. Secure lines. Short updates.Alive.Progressing.Soon.Soon is a dangerous word.I keep busy.Training. Meetings. Logistics. Making sure our territories don’t shift while one king is rebuilding his throne.Tonight the club is quieter. A private event downstairs. Vex is handling investors. I’m upstairs in the secured room, field-stripping one of my pistols on the long meta
BRYNN POVI don’t go back to Vex’s room.I don’t even hesitate.Kade is still standing close to me when I ask him to stay, and when he says yes, something settles inside my chest.Not reckless.Not desperate.Certain.⸻His room feels different than Vex’s.Less polished. Less controlled.More him.The door closes quietly behind us, and for a moment neither of us move. The air shifts—thick with everything we’ve never allowed ourselves to touch.Kade exhales slowly.“If we do this,” he says, voice low, steady in that dangerous way he gets when he’s holding too much inside, “it’s because you’re choosing it. Choosing us. I step into him.“I’m not afraid,” I whisper.And that’s the truth.His hand finds my waist. Mine finds his collar.The kiss is different than Vex’s.Where Vex was restraint and reverence, Kade is heat held on a knife’s edge. Months—years—of self-denial breaking open in one breath.He kisses me like he’s memorizing me.Like he’s reclaiming something he thought he’d burie
BRYNN POV Vex doesn’t rush it. He steps into my space like he’s approaching something sacred, one hand lifting to cup my jaw—not claiming, not pulling—just there. “Brynn,” he murmurs, like my name is a question. I tilt my face up. That’s all the permission he needs. His mouth brushes mine first—soft, tentative, like he’s making sure I’m real. Like he’s afraid if he presses too hard, I’ll fracture again. My breath stutters. Then he kisses me. Slow. Deep. The kind of kiss that carries everything he hasn’t said—fear, relief, love twisted tight in his chest. His hand slides to my lower back, warm and steady, anchoring me as the world narrows to heat and breath and the feel of his mouth on mine. Something in me opens. Not hunger. Release. I kiss him back, harder this time, fingers fisting in his shirt like I need proof he’s here—that this is now. His breath breaks against my lips. And then— He pulls away. Not abruptly. Not cold. Deliberately. His forehead rests against
VEX POV The update comes in just before breakfast is cleared from the table. One of my men steps into the doorway, expression stiff in that I-have-news-you’re-not-going-to-like way. “Sir,” he says, “we located Jessie Mason.” My attention sharpens instantly. “Where?” He glances at his phone. “E
BRYNN POVI barely sleep.Every time I drift off, a different memory slams into me—half-formed, jagged, wrong. By the time pale morning light slips through my curtains, my head feels too full and too empty at the same time.I shower, dress, and force myself downstairs.The air in the dining room is
BRYNN POVSleep won’t come.Every time I close my eyes, that door — the one in my mind that refuses to open — rattles. Something pushes from the other side, urgent, insistent, dangerous.I exhale shakily and press my palms against my eyelids.And suddenly, I’m not in my room anymore.I’m somewhere
BRYNN POVThe drive home is silent for exactly eleven minutes.Not quiet — silent. The kind of silence that vibrates. The kind that has weight.Vex’s hands stay locked around the steering wheel, knuckles white, jaw clenched so hard I can see the muscle ticking even in the flashing blur of city ligh







