Marc (Bowen Boys, #4)(57)

Jonny grinned at him when he flushed. Cheeky girl was going to be the death of him, he knew it. When she bent on one knee, everyone around them grew quiet, even the insects and birds. She held up her right hand and offered it to him. He realized then that she’d been reading on the old traditions.

“Khan Bowen, leader of the Bowen family and blood brother to my mate Marc Bowen, I give to you my pledge freely and willingly. I also give to you my children until such time that they can decide to pledge to you as well. I, Jonny Erma Thomas Bowen, give you all that I have to offer.” She looked up at him when she had recited the words that he’d never heard said to him before. “You old softy.”

He decided right then and there that he was going to make her life a living hell, then glanced over at the other three women in his life and changed his mind. If the four of them ever got together to hatch a plan to get back at him, he might not survive it. He was sure he wouldn’t. They seemed to have formed their own little click, and he was afraid of it. Looking at his mated brothers as they watched the women, he was pretty sure that they had the same thought. All of them might be the stronger males in this family, but none of them were going to f*ck with the women. Ever.

Khan went to his dad and hugged him. The man was a pain in the ass, and he never knew when to quit, but he was the best father he’d ever had, and told him so.

“You do know that I am your only father, right?” Khan nodded, and his dad stared. “I suppose if I asked you to explain, you’d just tell me some bull story about it being about love and all.”

Khan nodded and followed his entire family into the house. He was a man who was in love. In love with life, his family, and with himself. Then he remembered what his mom had said and groaned. What the hell else could happen?