Mad Love (Slateview High 3)

The driver looked back at us through the rearview mirror, and I saw the glint of warm amusement in his eyes. By this time, it was no secret to anyone in Claudio’s or Nathaniel’s organizations that all four of us were together. Everyone knew that although my marriage was to Misael in the eyes of the law, I belonged to these three men collectively.

“Congratulations,” the man said as he pulled away from the curb, and Misael caught his gaze and nodded.

I could see a change in Misael already—a seriousness in him that was another effect of our marriage arrangement. He had begun to accept his father’s role in his life more fully, and I knew that one day, he would be expected to step up and lead the Vega organization. He knew it too, and I could see it in the way he interacted with the men, the way he carried himself.

He would be good at it.

He may not see it in himself yet, but I did. I could see the strength and the sweetness in him, the way he read people as if they were open books. And his easy demeanor made him the kind of person others wanted to be around, the kind they wanted to follow.

Already, Nathaniel and Claudio were making plans to move against Luke Carmine, to take advantage of his current weakness as Muse spread the word about his double-dealing. Misael and my other two men had been involved in several planning sessions, and I knew this wouldn’t be the last time they would be called upon to step up and accept heavy responsibility with the two organizations.

Part of me was already worrying about them, terrified of any danger they might face, but if there was one lesson my parents had taught me—whether they’d meant to or not—it was that no amount of wealth and power could protect you from disaster.

In the end, the only thing that mattered was love.

My parents had splintered apart when their perfect life was disrupted, but I knew that would never happen with me and my husbands. We had already faced more adversity and danger than I had ever expected… but we had faced it together.

It had made us stronger.

As the car rolled down the street, I reached up to trail my fingertips down the side of Kace’s face, watching the way his green eyes darkened at my touch. He looked so strong and masculine, with his straight jawline and muscled neck.

“I don’t think your nickname fits anymore,” I murmured. “The Lost Boys? It doesn’t seem right, now.”

He caught my hand in his and kissed my palm. “You’re right. It doesn’t fit.”

I grinned, wriggling a little against them all as I smiled wickedly. “Right? I mean, you’re definitely not boys.”

Bishop laughed, his hands sliding beneath my dress to trail over my bare legs, making me shiver. Misael caressed my side, his fingertips grazing the underside of my breasts.

Kace pressed his lips against my palm again as something warm and sweet passed over his face.

“No, Coralee. We’re not lost.”