62. Epilogue

Epilogue

Two weeks later…

"What do you mean you haven't done anything with it?" Sev shouts, his eyes going wide.

He isn't mad, at least I don't think so. More annoyed? Shocked? I don't know.

"I don't want anything to do with this life, Sevastian. I've already told you this."

"But this is like… a whole thing."

"A whole thing? Really? It means nothing to me."

"I killed Federico so you would have everything."

"No, you killed Federico so he wouldn't have me killed."

He slowly blinks, then points at me with the spatula. "That's beside the point!"

I roll my eyes and go to him. He was in the middle of cooking us lunch when he asked how everything went with the Farino legacy. He didn't like when I told him I didn't do anything with it.

"All I care about is being here with my family and with you. I have enough money to survive, and you have plenty more. I don't want anything to do with the shit from my bio parents. It's nice to know where they came from, but honestly, they weren't my parents."

He sighs, turning back to the stove to mix the sauce he made from the fresh tomatoes we picked up at a Farmer's Market. "Fine."

"Don't be mad, Bigfoot."

"I'm not mad, I just don't get it."

"I could say the same thing about you and the Bratva." I raise a brow.

"That's different," he barks, whirling toward me wielding a spaghetti sauce covered wooden spoon. I widen my eyes and step back.

"Okay, don't use that thing," I say.

He chuckles, and puts it into the pot, turning off the burner.

"I really don't want to talk about this, Sev," I say as he walks to me, putting his hands on my waist. "All of that is gone. It's done. I don't want any part of it. It's why I wanted to leave the Bellancas too."

"You're lucky they let you walk away so easily."

"He had to because of the deal with Ezra."

"Well, he didn't have to, but he's a man of his word, so he will."

I don't know how Reginald handled my disappearance, but I'm sure it was taken care of. Maybe no one asked questions since it was right after Remington was murdered. Or maybe Reg fed them some bullshit story. Truly, I don't care. I left that life behind, and I don't ever want to worry about it again.

"All I care about now is this." I gesture around. "This life, and us."

"And all the babies we're going to have?" he asks, nipping at my neck.

"Sure," I say with a chuckle.

He pulls back, looking at me deadly serious. "We are having kids, Justin. Don't fuck with me."

"Okay, yeah. Sure. But not any time soon. And I don't want to deal with a baby. Can't we just adopt a teenager or something?"

He shrugs, then kisses me. "Whatever you want, as long as it's ours."

"You should probably stop killing first."

He hasn't killed anyone since being here but did mention that he had a few more people he wanted to get out of the way before he stopped. Then maybe he'd keep it as a hobby. For when he "gets bored." Such a Sev thing to do.

"Yeah, maybe. But Dexter managed to do it with his kid."

"You cannot use that as an example. You never saw the ending!"

"Doesn't matter."

"If you saw the ending, it would matter," I grumble.

Sev grips my dick, giving it a little squeeze and making me groan.

"It doesn't matter," he repeats.

My dick hardens and he slowly strokes me over my sweatpants.

"Okay, it doesn't matter," I agree.

Sev drops to his knees, pulling down my pants and taking me into his mouth.

He sucks me hard and fast until I'm coming down his throat. Then he gets up like nothing and goes back to cooking lunch. I'm still panting when the food is plated and on the table.

Fucking hell, this man is going to be the death of me. But a happy death it'll be.

Later that evening…

The bell rings and the door opens without me having to go to it. Franz greets Reese and Josie as they enter. Reese drops to the floor, rolling around with him like a child.

"Hey," I call out to them. "You're early."

"Wanted to see if you needed help," Josie says, putting her purse on the hook by the door.

"I think we're good," I say just as Sev comes inside.

"Oh, hi," he says, raising a hand in greeting.

We invited Reese, Josie, Ezra, and Ori over for dinner tonight. I'd like to have the kids over one day too, since I have a pool and Ez and Reese don't, but figured tonight would be a good time for everyone to get to know Sev without anyone having to worry about the kids.

Sev has been in his element, cooking for hours. After he gave me that quick blow job and we ate lunch, he got right to preparing everything. There's going to be enough food for an army, by the looks of it, and I'm not sure I've ever seen him more excited about something. Who would have thought the man was so domesticated? He's like a rabid animal.

"Hi, Sev," Josie says.

"Hi, giant!" Reese calls as Franz licks his face.

"Hey, peanut butter cup," Sev says back.

The two of them together are dangerous. Like really dangerous. In fact, Josie and I have already secretly agreed they aren't allowed to be left alone together. Who knows what kind of havoc they would get into. It's not worth the risk. It could be anything from stink bombs to burglary. I'm not willing to take the chance.

Josie helps me and Sev carry food out, even though we tell her not to. Reese stays playing with Franz.

When Ezra and Ori show up, Sev starts cooking on the grill. Chicken, steak, potatoes, and sausages. As if we don't already have enough food laid out on the table.

Reese is thrilled by it, of course. Ezra doesn't look upset either. I'm pretty sure if Sev doesn't stop cooking so much, I'm going to turn into a whale. Working out only goes so far.

When all the food is done, we sit around the table and eat while Franz chases squirrels. It's his favorite thing to do.

I head inside to grab everyone fresh drinks. I'd been meaning to get a fridge for outside but haven't gotten around to it yet. Didn't really think about it until the other day when Sev and I were out here and had to keep going in and out for drinks.

"Need any help?" Reese asks, closing the door behind him.

"Sure, since you're here."

I grab four beers, and another bottle of wine for the girls. When I turn, I find Reese staring out the window with a goofy smile on his face.

"What are you staring at?" I move beside him and look out the window.

Everyone out there is smiling. Happy. Laughing with one another. Talking. Getting along. It's all so casual and normal…

I feel Reese staring at me, and I look at him.

"You're smiling," he says.

"So are you," I respond.

"Yes the fuck I am. Because life is good."

I bring my gaze back outside, and I'm met with a pair of dark eyes.

"Yeah," I agree. "Life is pretty fucking amazing."

We head back outside with all the drinks. We eat until we're about to explode. Drink until we're buzzed. It's late into the night when everyone goes home, and after cleaning up, Sev and I head up to our bedroom.

The house has such a different vibe to it when they're gone. It's quiet. Calm. Back to the sanctuary I want it to be. I love that their presence here didn't ruin that for me. Honestly, I think it made it better. I love that I can open my home to them. That we can enjoy time together and when they leave I don't feel depleted. I'm just happy. Refreshed. Fulfilled.

"You think too loudly," Sev groans.

I turn in his direction. His back is to me, and I watch as he pulls his shirt off and tosses it into the laundry basket. He drops his pants next, leaving him in nothing but a pair of blue boxer briefs. My dick twitches at the visual of his ass. Fuck, it's so nice. All of his is nice. Sexy. Firm. Delicious.

"Did you mean what you said about letting me fuck you?" I ask.

His body tenses, but when he looks at me over his shoulder, he's smirking.

I smirk right back.

"You want to fuck my ass, baby?" he says in the low, growly voice that I love. Turning toward me, he keeps his eyes on me.

"Goddamn right I do," I say, the words coming out husky.

Sev hooks his thumbs into his briefs and tugs them down, stepping out of them. His cock grows hard right in front of my eyes. He's goading me. It's working.

I move to him and press a hand to his chest. His eyes stay on me, and he doesn't say a word. His heart is beating pretty hard beneath his ribs, which shows how excited he is.

"Get on the bed," I say, giving him a little shove.

He chuckles, then steps back to sit on the bed.

"Oh no," I say, holding up a finger and making a circular motion. "Bend the fuck over, Sevastian."

The grin that spreads across his face has me weak. This man is so much more than I ever could have imagined him to be. So much more than he allows the world to see.

Just like me.

Sev turns over and crawls onto the bed, getting into position for me. He's the biggest guy I'll have ever fucked. He's also the only man I've ever fucked that is mine. This boyfriend thing isn't so bad, I guess. Not when it's him.

The lube is on the nightstand already, where it stays at all times considering we use it all the damn time. I quickly get undressed and grab it, then kneel on the bed. Running a hand over Sev's ass, my cock throbs at the thought of being inside him. It's been a while since I've fucked anyone, but the thought of fucking him? Nothing has ever sounded so damn good before.

Pouring a large amount of lube in my hand, I waste no time rubbing it in his crease. I tease his hole, but don't enter him. I slide my hand down, cupping his balls and massaging. Sev moans a low sound, rocking against me the slightest bit.

"I love seeing you like this," I tell him, reaching for his dick to stroke him. But only a few times because right now, all I want is to be inside him.

Sliding my fingers back up, I find his hole again. I pour more lube and slip a finger inside. Sev hisses, clenching around my finger. I'm eager to bury my cock in him. For so many reasons. My heart is pounding hard. The thought of being connected to him like this has me feeling all sorts of things I've never felt before. But also, I'm curious to see how he's going to react. How well he's going to take me.

Adding a second finger, I push deep inside. When I find his prostate, press on it and massage back and forth.

"Yebat," he growls under his breath, causing me to smile. It's a word I hear him say often. Some sort of expletive, I'd guess.

"I love when you speak Russian."

"Prodolzhay delat' eto, i ya bol'she nikogda ne budu govorit' po-angliyski," he responds quietly.

"I have no idea what that means, but I like it," I say.

"Just keep doing that," he says, rocking against my hand.

I position myself behind him, slide my free hand up his back, and grab a handful of his thick dark hair. He growls a frustrated sound when I pull my fingers out, but I replace it right away with the head of my cock.

"Don't go easy," he says.

"Wasn't planning on it."

I tug on his hair harder and thrust forward. His ass sucks me in greedily, and I take a moment to feel how tight he is around me. To enjoy the feel of him wrapped around me.

"You better start fucking me, Justin."

"Or what?" I say.

He looks at me over his shoulder, his eyes a mix of heat and lust. I hold his hair tight, making sure he knows I'm the one in charge right now.

"Or I'll find someone else to do it," he threatens.

I grit my teeth and yank on his hair, causing him to hiss which turns into a laugh. I know he would never do that, but the thought has me blind with rage anyway. Which is exactly what he wanted, I bet.

My other hand goes to his hip, and I dig my fingers in. Then I fuck him. And he fucks me just as hard from his position. I should have known he'd try to top from the bottom.

It's a frenzied mess, both of us battling for control, trying to choose the rhythm. It's the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my life. Feeling how badly he wants control, knowing he can take everything I'm giving him, while also knowing that at any second he could turn this whole thing around and dominate me? It has me wild.

"I'm going to come in your ass, Sevastian," I tell him.

"You goddamn better."

He fucks me harder, clenching around my cock as I come. My dick throbs inside him, cum seeping out of his ass and dripping down both of us. My heart is a jackhammer behind my chest and I'm gasping for breath. I hardly know what's happening when I'm on my back with Sev straddling my waist, hand around my throat and pressing me to the mattress. He's jerking himself off, his hair a wild mess around his face. Fuck, he's so beautiful. So sexy.

"Open your mouth," he growls, jerking himself faster and leaning forward to bring his dick close to my mouth. He's leaking. A string of precum slips down, landing on my lips and I lick it up before opening my mouth wide. Sev shoves his dick into my mouth, going right to the back of my throat.

"Take all of it," he says the moment his dick starts throbbing. He releases down my throat and I swallow it all, just like he told me to. "Fuck, you're so perfect."

He rolls over, laying down beside me and tugging me to him. He kisses my temple.

"I fucking love you," he says.

I huff out a laugh. "I fucking love you too, Bigfoot."