My mom places the gift just beside Sienna’s right hand and while Liam holds it still, Sienna lifts the top.

He gasps, her eyes snapping to my mom’s. “I don’t...”

“You can, dear. They will match beautifully.” She nods, and I hold back moisture from my gaze as I look from the pearl earrings to my mom.

“Thank you so much,” Sienna nearly cries.

I mouth the same to my mother and she smiles.

Her and my stepdad say their goodbyes and soon, everyone else is nearly passing out at their tables from a night of no sleep.

We thank the restaurant and pile into the limos once more.

Beretta lays out across the seat, his head in Arsen’s lap, hand in his man’s hair, and turns to us. “I love you guys.”

“Right back at you, man.” Ransom tosses a small pillow at him, but Arsen knocks it away with a grin, dropping back against the seat.

“Tonight at ten?” Beretta asks with a yawn.

Arsen looks from me to Ransom and nods, so we nod right back.

Tonight at ten.

Every single one of us falls asleep on the drive home.

It’s after midnight, just twenty-four hours after our wedding, by the time we’re pulling onto a dirt road in a little town called Hilmar.

From what we saw on the way in, there’s not much here outside of a store or two and what looks to be a school of some sort, which should make this a whole lot simpler than the last time we did something like this.

Like before, Arsen and Beretta grab the gas cans and I flick on the torch while Ransom rounds the small shack looking home to kill the power. This time though, it’s Arsen who draws a line of gasoline from the door to the edge of the yard and he who tosses the torch to send the baby up in flames.

But this time we don’t run.

We wait until the front door flies open so we can witness the fear as it lights up the man of the hour’s face, the moment he realizes he’s trapped inside.

His hair, while shining a light silver near his ears, is the same mahogany blonde as the silent man at my right. He seems just as tall as him too, and I’d bet they share the rich navy color eyes as well, not that I care to look into this man’s.

Not after what he did to Arsen and Arsen’s mother.

It’s clear the moment he recognizes his son as his face goes ghostly white, and the flames around him grow larger.

The coward before us turns to run.

We don’t know if the asshole ever made it out the back or not, but we know for certain he didn’t escape through the front.