Epilogue

Carlos

Six months later

I slide into the car beside Joey, squeezing his thigh between my fingers. "Hey, Little one. Here to give me a ride home?"

"Yes, you work too damn hard."

I laugh, relaxing against the seat as the driver pulls onto the road. We must have interviewed over a hundred people until Isaiah was satisfied. He trusts people less now and with good reason. "Not as hard as I used to. Someone makes sure of that."

He leans his head on my shoulder. "You have other obligations now."

"I do." I lean my head against his, staring out the window, watching the buildings be replaced with large trees the closer we get to being home. Joey had thought it was best we started fresh in a new place. A place where the three of us could grow together. Neither Isaiah nor I had argued with the idea, mostly because we both knew Joey would get his way regardless. A house is only a house to me. Joey and Isaiah are my real home.

The driver pulls in front of the gated driveway, hitting a button to open it. There"s a guard standing on each side, stepping out of the way when they recognize who we are. It"s something I had to get used to. I had never needed guards or anyone to protect me, but I was only one person. With the line of work I do, it"s easier to remain hidden than it is for two cartel bosses. My father, Marcus, had wanted me to work with them. He said I would be a good addition, but I'd turned down the offer. As much as it would be good to see my father more, it isn't for me. I am a hitman, an assassin, trained by my father and it is enough for me. I didn"t need more the way he always did. I had never cared to be sitting behind a large desk and ordering people around daily wasn"t my thing.

Isaiah is standing at the door in one of his suits when we reach the front of the house. Even though it is winter, it"s still way too hot to be walking outside covered head to toe in thick black clothing. Isaiah doesn't care. He and Miguel were similar in that way while I am more like Marcus, never caring to dress to impress. Always preferring to work in comfort every chance we got. Joey is different all together and always full of surprises with his silly ties and lace vests underneath his jackets. It's fitting for him.

We step out of the car, getting out on the same side. Isaiah"s lips turn up in the corners. "How are my men today? Get lots of work done?"

"Yes, but no one likes to talk about that when we"re home. Remember the new rule?" Joey asks, walking into the house behind us. "No talking about work when we step into this house."

"We weren"t in the house yet though," Isaiah adds.

I laugh, shaking my head. "You know how Joey is about his rules."

"I do and it"s almost like a new one gets added every day."

"I may have to add a new one now," Joey says, inching toward Isaiah to pull his chin into his hand.

"What"s that, my Roo?" he asks, brushing his lips against Joey's. The sudden action has my cock aching.

"No questioning my rules." His hand slides in front of Isaiah"s pants, gripping onto his cock's cage. I groan, adjusting my erection in my pants. He made the mistake of touching himself when I asked him not to while I ate his ass last night. He is on his last warning and I"m never lenient once we reach strike three and Isaiah wouldn"t want me to be.

He needs me to dominate him as much as he needs Joey to submit. The combination keeps him better grounded. Joey is more abiding by the rules with only a few slips. He's a natural submissive with not a single amount of dominance running through him. Isaiah sometimes struggles between both worlds. Some days he needs one more than the other. Others, he needs both at the same time.

He grabs Joey by the neck, tilting his head back and flicks his tongue over his Adam"s apple. "Pretty sure I"m the one who"s supposed to be laying down rules."

"Not the only one," I say, stepping closer to them, sliding my hand down the front of Isaiah"s pants. "Let"s get up the stairs before we give the guards a show."

Joey shakes his head, taking a step back "We"re supposed to go to dinner today, remember? There"s plenty of time for that later."

"Fine." I remove my hand, earning me a soft whimper from Isaiah.

He releases a long sigh. "Dinner"s going to be real fun now."

"I reserved our usual private table in the back. If Carlos agrees, I"ll take care of your little problem there."

My gaze shifts between them. "I guess we"ll see how things go when we get to the restaurant, won"t we?"

I step between them, kissing Isaiah"s lips and then claiming Joey"s right after, whispering the words, "Te amo," in each of their ears. The combination of them both is always explosive on my tongue. I never thought I"d be standing here between them in this way. I'd never considered the possibility. I had a hard time picturing a life with only Isaiah, because Joey was always supposed to be a part of it. I had always known where Joey"s place was, I just never thought it would be one we"d share. I wouldn"t have it any other way.

These men belong to me as much as I belong to them. We didn"t need the constant "I love you's." It's something we constantly show with our actions, but I know they both need to hear it occasionally. I"d say it every day if they needed me to. This I do for them.

Joey smiles, grabbing both of our hands. "I love the both of you more than this world, but right now food holds the key to my heart."

"So if we feed you, it will belong to us again?" Isaiah asks.

"Precisely. Feed me some food and then I"ll let you feed me your dick."

I laugh, tilting my head. "Do I get that deal too?"

"As long as we keep standing here and I continue to grow weak from lack of sustenance, no one does."

"He"s always so dramatic when he gets hungry," Isaiah says, rolling his eyes.

I laugh again following them outside the house, not sure why we even came inside to begin with. Maybe so we could have a moment to ourselves before walking back outside with the rest of the world. All I know is I want to be where they are. I"d follow them into the inflamed gates of hell if they asked me to. I"d follow them anywhere.