“I promise I’ll only do it with people that I want to die. I swear.” I hold up three fingers, doing a scouts honor.

“What am I going to do with you?”

“I can think of a few things.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him. He fights a smile, but I catch it. Gilly and I are truly a perfect match. He balances me, and I know he’s going to keep me out of trouble–or at least keep me from getting in over my head.

Butcher enters the warehouse first when we get there. Gilly hands me a gun and tells me to stay in the car. As badly as I want to go in with them, I know Gilly will work better knowing I’m safe in the SUV.

They aren’t inside long before Gilly is coming out. One of the doors to the warehouse opens, and Gilly pulls the car inside. I watch as he takes Falco’s body out of the back seat. Good call. It would be odd for him to be in the backseat of his own car. He drops him on the ground next to the vehicle and shoves the keys back into his pocket.

The door starts to close but not before Gilly and Butcher come jogging out. They jump into the SUV.

“How is it going to blow up?”

“I know how to blow shit up too,” Butcher grumbles, backing the SUV up and pulling out.

“Oh, I thought you just tortured people,” I tease. A boom goes off, and I spin around to see the warehouse going up in flames.

“Seatbelt,” Gilly orders.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

“Whatever,” I huff but put my seatbelt on.

“At least someone can keep her in line,” Butcher mutters.

“I’m keeping her all right,” Gilly responds, making my insides flutter.

“‘Cause I’m letting you,” I blurt out, unable to stop myself.

“You can have the last word, little rebel.”

“I know.” I smirk.

The man really does give me everything I need and more.

EPILOGUE

GILLY

“The family that disposes of bodies together, stays together.” Carina smirks and raises her glass in a toast.

Antonio rolls his eyes and raises his, too, along with the rest of the table.

It’s not custom for the bride to make her own wedding toast, but my little rebel has never been one for following the rules. Antonio, Angelica, Butcher, Bianca, and I all clink glasses then down our champagne.

Carina’s glass is barely on the table before I grab her and swing her into my arms, her wedding dress puffing into my face as I carry her toward the door.

“Hey, but there’s going to be food!” Angelica calls.

“I’m coming back for the food. I promise!” Carina calls.

“She’s telling the truth.” The blue-haired Ocean’s voice trails behind us. “She never missed a meal at school.”