Chapter 234: We Love You

Chapter 234: We Love You
Chapter 234: We Love You 

Kingston 

I knew I couldn't do this alone, if this is going to work, if we were going to work, I had to make sure Riccardo and Marshall were on the same page with me. We all cared for Angelia in different ways but what matters was showing her that together, we could give her the stability she deserved.

In the evening, we met at Riccardo’s house. It was our usual spot for serious conversation, neutral ground and away from the distraction of the club or our individual lives. Marshall was sprawled across the couch as usual, his legs dangling off the edge while Riccardo stood by the window, his arms crossed as he looked out over the city.

“You look like a man with something on his mind.” Marshall said, sitting up as I entered the room.

“I do,” I admitted, taking a seat across from him. Riccardo turned, his sharp gaze locking onto mine.

“Angelia?” He said and I nodded, running a hand through my hair.

“It is time we talked about what we were going to do with her.” Marshall raised an eyebrow, leaning forward.

“We have been taking it slow, giving her time. Isn't that what we agreed on?” He asked.

“Yes,” I replied, my voice steady.

“But it is more than that now. She is letting us in, pieces by pieces and we can't just drift through this. We need to show her we were serious and that this time isn't just some fleeting thing for any of us.” I said, Riccardo’s expression softened as he walked over to join us, taking a seat in the armchair beside me.

“What are you suggesting?” He asked.

“That we talk to her together.” I replied.

“No more tiptoing around what we want. She deserves to know where we stand.”

“And where do you stand?” Marshall asked, his eyes narrowing. I met his gaze without hesitation.

“I want her in my life, our lives. I am all in.” He leaned back, a grin spreading across his face.

“Well, damn. I didn't think I would see the day when you would actually say it out loud.” He teased me and Riccardo nodded thoughtfully.

“He is right, she needs to hear this from all of us. If we want her to trust us again, we have to be honest about what we want.” 

“Then we do it,” I said, standing.

“Tomorrow, no more waiting.” I added.


The next evening, the three of us waited in Riccardo’s house again. I paced the length of the space, the familiar tension in my chest intensifying with each passing minute. Marshall was uncharacteristically quiet, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt while Riccardo sat calmly, his hands clasped in front of him. When the elevator dinged, all three of us turned towards the door. Angelia stepped out, looking between us with a mix of curiosity and nervousness.

“Hey,” she said, her voice soft.

“Hey,” Marshall replied, quickly standing and walking over to greet her.

“Come in,” she followed him to the seating area, her gaze flickering between us.

“What is going on?” She asked. Riccardo leaned forward, his expression serious but warm.

“Angelia, we wanted to talk to you about us.” Her eyes widened slightly, but she nodded, sitting down on the couch.

“We have all been taking things slow.” Riccardo began.

“But, we don't want there to be any confusion about where we stand. About how we feel about you.” Marshall took over, his voice lighter but just as sincere.

“We care about you a lot and we were all in this for the long haul. No games, no half measures.”  I said, she turned to me and then her gaze searched for mine.

“I am not good with words.” I continue, my voice low.

“But I need you to know that you are not just someone we care about, you are someone we need in our lives. You are important to all of us and we are not going anywhere, not unless you want us to.”

Her lips parted but no words came out, I could see the emotion in her eyes and the way she was processing everything we had just said. Finally, she spoke, her voice trembling.

“This..this isn't exactly conventional.” Marshall chuckled.

“That is putting it lightly.” he muttered.

“But I think..” she continued, her gaze sweeping over all of us 

“That I want this too, all of you if we can make it work.” She finished her sentence, Riccardo smiled, his usual composure softening.

“We will, together.”

The conversation shifted after that, the tension melting into something warmer and more hopeful. We talked about what this relationship would look like, about the boundaries we needed to respect and the trust we needed to build. At one point, Marshall pulled her onto the couch beside him, draping an arm around her shoulder as he made some ridiculous joke that had her laughing so hard she was nearly in tears. Riccardo watched them with a small smile, his hands resting light on her knees. I stayed quiet, content to simply be near her but when her gaze met mine across the room, she smiled softly and I felt the weight in my chest ease. We were figuring this out step by step and I truly believe we could make it work.

At some point, we fell into comfortable silence, then the tension in the air increased. And I was unable to restrain myself anymore as I stood up for my seat and went to crush her lips. The kiss was a passionate one and I didn't want it to end but there were two other people in the room wanting to have a taste of her. Marshall pulled her onto his lap and crushed her lips as well, seeing them like that made my dick painful hard. They broke the kiss after some, Riccardo allowing her to catch her breath before smashing his lips onto hers, I looked at Marshall and the bulge on his pants was visible and I smirked wickedly. We all wanted to fuck her, but it is not the time yet. Step by step. 

“I love you, Angelia. We all do.”  Riccardo said after he broke the kiss.

“With every fiber in our lives.” Marshall added, she smiled and looked at her expectantly.

“You are our heart beat, little one.” I said with a mischievous grin in my face.