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“I don’t deserve this,” she whispers. “We haven’t even… we’ve done nothing. I was forced on you. Why are you doing all these wonderful things?” she asks.
I snort, shaking my head once before I shift forward and rest my forehead against hers. Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath, letting it out slowly before I speak. When I do, I keep my voice low and my tone even.
“You are going to be my wife, Piper. No matter how it happens, no matter the circumstances, you will be my wife and my old lady, in name and legally. I’m giving you everything I would give any woman in your place. Maybe more because I like you. I think you’re cute as fuck, and I hope that one day, we can have what my other brothers have with their women.”
I feel like a fucking pussy with that speech, but it’s the truth. I knew the moment she bent over me, when I was half fucking dead, that she was special.
I understood that she was meant to be protected. I just didn’t think it was going to be me who would have the opportunity to do that and to make her happy, too.
Which I plan on doing.
So, if that means I have to be a pussy for her, to protect her, to show her that this is real and that she can trust me, then that’s what I’ll fucking do. Although, I’m not going to be doing it in front of my brothers. I have some self-respect.
Some.
ChapterEight
PIPER
Raul and Dutchhave a nice house they share, and they have it mainly because they’re boujie as shit. My brothers have to have the best of everything. They love being flashy about it, too. However, my bedroom in that fancy house wasn’t anything special.
It was a room with a plain dresser, one nightstand, and Walmart bedding, which is fine, but their rooms were done by an interior decorator, and they spared no expense. I know why they didn’t care about mine, because they were counting down the days until they could get rid of me.
But as I look around this house, I realize it’s the nicest home I’ve ever seen. Itch and I release one another, and he takes me on a tour, though he doesn’t say much, just grunts for me to look around, which I’m fine with.
My first stop is the kitchen. I’m not much of a cook, but as I look around this place, I decide I’m going to become one. I want to do that, be the wife Itch deserves. The cabinets are a light gray, and the countertops are this white granite with big black pieces mixed in. It’s beautiful.
The oven hood is black and stands out in the rest of the space. The bar countertop is oversized, and there is so much space to do whatever I want to do.
I love it.
All of it.
There is a double oven, a microwave at the drawer level, a dishwasher, and even a fridge already in place. When I reach for the pantry door and open it, I gasp. It has floor-to-ceiling shelves on three sides. There is so much space.
“This is too much,” I whisper, looking over my shoulder at Itch, who is standing in the kitchen, his hip leaning against the island counter.
“Check out the master bedroom.” That is his response.
So, I do.
The bedroom is huge, and there are glass double doors that lead to the back patio along with an electric fireplace. When I make my way into the bathroom, I gasp again. A full wall of glass tile meets me, a freestanding tub in front of that wall with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
It’s so amazing.
After staring at the tub/glass/chandelier combination for a little longer than I probably should, I venture into the rest of the bathroom. It’s perfect. It’s better than I could have ever imagined, and then I find the closet… no, wait...closets.
“There are two closets,” I call out.
“His and hers,” Itch announces.
“They’re walk-ins!” I shout as I run into the biggest one.
It has a built-in dresser, shelves, and anything I could ever want or need. In fact, I couldn’t even fill up a quarter of this space, let alone the whole thing. In fact, I don’t even think I have enough things for one shelf and one drawer.
Tears fill my eyes again just thinking about the fact that he came here, saw this place, thought of me, and bought it. As I turn to face Itch, the tears begin to roll down my cheeks. Tilting my head back so I can see his face, I look up into his eyes.
“This is all too much,” I say.
