Flash Marriage: In His Eyes Chapter 342: Dare

–Damon–

I watched as my son snuggled against his mother’s tummy—like he knew, instinctively, that there were triplets in there.

His siblings.

I was over the moon when I found out she was pregnant.

But triplets?

That shock never really left .

Happiness ca with it—intense, overwhelming—but so did sothing else.

Anxiety.

A constant, gnawing weight in my chest.

She’ll be fine.

That’s what I keep forcing into my head.

Over and over again.

My thoughts drifted—to the assholes now rotting in my dungeon. I’ll deal with them personally when I visit.

Slowly.

Painfully.

Those pedophiles.

We don’t specialize in that kind of filth. We run contracts, lend n to vigilantes—people with money and a need to play masked heroes in the dark.

So of them are admirable.

So of them just want blood.

Either way—

We provide.

"Dada!"

I lifted my head, glancing over.

Sky was awake.

The little boy giggled, already trying to crawl over his mother too quickly. I moved instantly, stopping him before he could put any weight on Livana’s stomach.

Careful. Always careful.

I scooped him up gently and placed him against my chest.

"Sky," I whispered, voice low but firm, "you need to be careful around Mama, okay? She’s carrying your siblings."

"Soweee, Dada."

He tapped my mouth, as if to silence , then shifted—settling right between and Livana.

Again.

Livana stirred, waking just enough to go to the bathroom. When she returned, she slipped back into her place like nothing had disturbed her.

I moved closer.

Sky between us.

I placed a pillow carefully between him and Livana’s stomach—another layer of protection.

Always another layer.

My fingers brushed against her face.

Soft.

Warm.

Perfect.

So fucking beautiful.

Her fair skin. That silver hair spilling across the pillow. Those athyst eyes—closed now, but haunting even in rest.

I took her hand and pressed a kiss against it, watching as she instinctively pulled Sky closer—him hugging her back like she was his entire world.

"I hate this," I muttered.

"Just stay there, my love," she whispered softly. "So you wouldn’t get hard."

A low chuckle escaped as I nodded.

I love it when she calls that.

My love.

I love her—

Too much.

"Sleep now," she added. "I hate it when your skin looks gloomy... and those dark circles."

She notices everything.

Even when I don’t say a word.

I haven’t slept properly for days. Not after everything that happened.

But for her—

I will.

Before I let myself rest, I check everything.

Windows—locked.

Curtains—drawn.

Main door—secured.

No gaps.

No risks.

Only then do I allow my body to relax.

Even then, the tension lingers.

The killers are still out there.

Breathing.

Existing.

That thought alone is enough to keep awake.

I lay flat on my back, slowly closing my eyes—

When I feel movent.

Sky.

He shifts, climbing just enough to settle on my chest.

Claiming his spot.

I hear Livana chuckle softly as she moves closer to .

Closer.

Always closer.

I reach for her hand again and press another kiss against it.

She’s... fucking glorious.

And even in my dreams—

I’ll have her.

Even though she’s already mine—

When my eyes are wide open.

–Alyssa–

My eyes dilated at the leaked videos from the dark web—gone just as quickly as they appeared. Deleted. That was Lore’s doing.

We’re done playing.

I think war is coming.

It’s already late—2:05—and my boyfriend is still working. Tracking human traffickers, high-profile nas tangled in it all. Dangerous n. Dangerous gas.

And ?

I just sit there... watching him.

Marrying him will be dangerous. I might not be able to go out and do the usual things I love—parties, posting on social dia, being seen. But honestly? I don’t really mind disappearing from civilization.

I could just stay with him... and visit Gina sotis.

Not that he’s limiting . He never does. He even has access to my social dia—for protection.

I know it’s weird. But Livana made sure everything was handled. Even PR.

"Are we going to sleep now?" I asked when he finally removed his headset.

He stretched, and I leaned in, kissing his lips.

He responded instantly.

Mint.

God, he tasted like mint. He’d been chewing gum again.

Our tongues clashed—and yeah... it was so damn good.

"Yes, we’re sleeping now, baby," he murmured. "Agents are checked in. They’ll handle control from here."

"Mmm," I purred, pressing another kiss to his stupidly handso face. Seriously... flawless.

He stood and scooped up like I weighed nothing. My arms looped around his neck, my legs wrapping around his waist automatically.

He carried to the elevator... then through that secret passage to his room.

And yeah—I could feel him.

Growing. Hard.

I might be an insatiable, needy girl... but I want him. Always.

Badly.

Still, we didn’t go further than usual.

I just... gave him oral.

Sothing I’ve never done before.

He doesn’t even like doing it—but God, he lost his mind. He even put his hands behind his back, like he was restraining himself from touching .

I learned from videos—how to please a man properly.

Because I want to be perfect for him.

Call crazy... but I’m crazily in love.

After that, he made co—with his fingers, with his mouth—until my whole body lted.

I must’ve fallen asleep tangled with him.

But I woke up to his touch.

Between my legs.

I opened my eyes. He wasn’t beside ... but when I glanced down beneath the duvet—

There he was.

"Let’s get married, baby," he murmured. "Las Vegas... or wherever."

I chuckled softly.

"Then what? I drop everything and beco your young little wife?"

"Hell no, baby."

He rose above —God, that body. Defined muscles, not too bulky, just enough to admire. Perfect.

"I won’t lock you away sowhere secluded," he continued. "You’re a city girl, Aly."

And he’s right.

He doesn’t restrict at all.

Green flag. Extrely green flag.

"I just wish Kai could get up and attend my wedding..."

I gasped when he slid himself against , teasing between my slick folds.

I helped him finish—and at the sa ti, he pushed right over the edge again.

Afterward, I kissed him.

We showered together, doing it again—but still, not fully. We’re saving that.

For the honeymoon.

Once we looked presentable enough, we headed downstairs.

Chaos.

Soone’s crying dramatically—probably Sky. Zendaya’s glaring at him from afar, arms crossed like she’s ready to murder. Zayvier’s trying to drag Sky off the floor.

Typical.

My sister-in-law? Calm. Focused. Working on her laptop like the world isn’t falling apart.

I scanned the room.

No Damon. No Jane either.

"Here’s peaches, Sky!"

I turned—and there he was.

Damon.

Wearing an apron.

Adorable.

My dangerously dominant brother... dostic? I did not see that coming.

I sat down just in ti to watch Sky scramble up, practically climbing over the coffee table just to get those peaches. Damon even handed a separate bowl to his wife.

I glanced at Zendaya, who walked over to Livana, still glaring at Sky.

"Mama," Sky whimpered, pointing at her. "Zay-zay... scary!"

"Stop pissing off your sister, Skyler," Livana said calmly, stroking Zendaya’s hair. "Co sit with , baby girl."

Zendaya obeyed.

I nudged Lore.

"Let’s have a boy and a girl," I whispered.

He imdiately covered my mouth.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he hissed. "Let’s just eat."

He grabbed my hand and pulled away.

"Lore, you better not screw this up," Damon warned from behind.

"Are you trying to kill ?" Lore muttered, wrapping an arm around my neck in a loose lock.

I tapped him—then jabbed his stomach.

He groaned and let go.

"We need to get David a girlfriend," I said casually as we entered the kitchen.

Mom was cooking with Chef Wally, though the table was already overflowing with food. Plates set. Lunch in an hour.

"Why were you up all night, Aly?" Mom asked.

I smirked, patting Lore’s shoulder.

"I stayed with him. Moral support while he worked his ass off."

"With pride, I see," she said dryly. "Well, the wedding is moving to next year. When you turn nineteen."

My eyes widened.

"What?!"

"Kai needs a full year to recover."

"Livana will be heavily pregnant by then," I pointed out.

"It doesn’t matter," Mom replied. "Your gown alone will take months. And there are more gowns, more suits to custom-make."

Lore and I exchanged a look.

I already had plans.

And honestly... I might just elope with him.

"What if," I started, watching him place fried rice onto my plate, "I find David a girlfriend?"

"Wife," Mom corrected, crossing her arms. "If you get your brother a wife, you can marry Lore imdiately. We’ll rush everything."

Challenge accepted.

I narrowed my eyes at her.

She really thinks I can’t pull this off?

Please.

I will have my honeymoon with Lore—for a whole month.

And I will be satisfied every single day.

"How are you planning to do that?" Lore asked, raising a brow.

I smirked.

"I have my ways, baby."

"Ugh, kids!" Mom groaned. "You’re not married yet, so behave. Refrain yourselves, understood?"

We didn’t answer.

I’m pretty sure they already know.

But right now?

I have a mission.

Find David a wife.

And oh... I already know the perfect one.