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Chapter Sixty-Two
DIESEL
“What do you think?” Ryder asks, sweeping his hand out to encompass the house.
“It’s…homey.” I never pictured myself in a home like this, but now that we are starting our family properly, it makes sense. “The massive bed in her room is a nice touch.” I snort, flicking open my lighter and lighting a fag.
He smirks. “I figured you’d like that, almost as much as the basement.”
I perk up at that. “Basement?”
“Basement.” He nods. “To turn into yours and Roxy’s dungeon. Do whatever the fuck you want down there to each other, but work stays at the apartment building.”
“Fucking deal,” I murmur around the cigarette. “Goddamn, I can’t wait. Think of all the toys I could fill it with.”
The house itself is a fucking safe house. It’s massive, with barriers, fencing, and guards ready to patrol. It has an armoury, bullet proof windows, and escape tunnels. It’s a goddamn fortress, just what we need. It’s also black.
Like our fucking souls.
All black, the outside, and even most of the inside. Roxy will love it. I don’t even ask when Ryder had the time to start on this project. It’s clear he’s had this house renovated to his specifications, the sneaky bastard. But he’s right—our apartment is nice, but it’s not a home.
This is.
With Little Bird.
I can’t wait to show it to her and play in our new dungeon, I’ll have to get her a housewarming gift…whips are good for that right? I must say it out loud, because Ryder laughs and claps me on the shoulder.
“It’s a good job she loves you, D, because you are one crazy bastard.”
I blow smoke in his face for that. “Yup, but Little Bird wouldn’t have me any other way.”
“I’m thinking we could be in as soon as the end of the month. I’m going to need help, but with Roxy busy working on her bars, this should be easy enough to do. Garrett is already working with security specialists to secure it, and I’ve set up a home office so I can be around more.”
“What about Kenzo?” I inquire, trailing my hand across the black and gold marble kitchen counter.
“He’s aware. I wanted him to have the home he always wanted as well. This was the place he used to want when we were kids. He’s happy to work from home as much as he can, which is why the garage is so big—for his toys,” he informs me.
“A home.” I sigh and look at him. “Gotta admit, never thought I would have another one.”
“Me either,” he replies, looking around. “But it feels right.”
I nod. “It does, as long as you get a maid or some shit. Blood will be hard to get off these floors.”
“They will be fine.” He purses his lips, looking at the tile.
I grab my blade, slice my hand, and let it drip onto the floor. “Clean it up and let’s see.”
“Fucking hell, D!” he snaps, and looks around for something to clean the blood with. Blowing out more smoke, I watch him rip off his jacket and drop it onto the blood and start cleaning while my hand drips more and more on the tiles. “Fucking wanker, carry on, and I’ll ruin your little bird’s surprise for you.”
“Surprise?” I ask, freezing.
He smirks then stands, holding his jacket away from him with a disgusted sneer. “Yes, surprise, asshole. Try me.”
I wrap my hand, wondering what Little Bird is up to. Fuck, I hope it involves pain and her pussy. I’ve been missing our little sessions, but I wanted to give her time to heal after what happened.
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ROXY
