Destructive King (Mafia Royals 3)

“Fine…” I groaned.

“Your gun is pink?” Annie asked.

Serena just shrugged. “Feminism?”

“No, that’s not really how that works…” Violet and Annie shared a grin before Serena had everyone’s attention again.

“Come on, it will be fun!” She shrugged. “Plus, some of the bad guys are gone; Ash isn’t acting like he’s possessed anymore because he’s actually eating normal food and getting regular sex from someone who loves him and isn’t a soul-sucking virus—” She took a deep breath. “—Sorry not over it.”

“Meh.” Kartini and Izzy both waved her off.

The guys grunted in unison.

Because in the grand scheme of things? Real, fucking, shitty thing to do to someone you claim to love.

“Sooooo?” Serena clasped her hands together. “Come on, assholes, just say yes.”

“Yes.” Everyone said with the excitement of no sleep and too much alcohol, and I could have sworn before I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep again, Kartini grinned over at me and said…

“Welcome to hell big guy, welcome to hell.”