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Slowly, he lifts his hand to cup my cheek as his thumb slides across my bottom lip, then he speaks. “It’s not, babe. In two weeks, we’ll be married, and this will be your house. You deserve it all. Outfit it the way you want. Make it a home.”
“For us,” I whisper.
He shifts closer, brushing his lips across mine before he murmurs, “For us, Piper.”
I don’t know why, but hearing him say that makes my heart squeeze. I want that. All of it. Whatever it looks like. Us. I don’t know if it’s stupid or naïve to think that my life could be happy.
That it could all be as dreamy as he is making it out to be.
That this house isn’t a façade for a prison, that he won’t completely ruin me, cheat on me, that he’ll be here, and we could have a real, happy family.
I know it’s a lot to ask for, that it’s too much to ask for, but it’s what I can hope for anyway—what I can dream about with this brand-new empty house.
“In two weeks,” he rasps, “two-weeks, and we’ll be right here, married. I talked to Henli and asked if she could help you get whatever you needed for the house.”
“She has a new baby. I can’t ask that of her,” I reply.
Itch shakes his head a couple of times, then he gives me a grin. “Henli said since she’s taken so much time off from her planning business, she is starting to get bored. Told me today, this and the wedding gives her something to do. Plus, she’s the president’s old lady. If there’s anyone you need to be friends with, it’s her.”
Giving him a smile, I can’t help but feel guilty that Henli is going to have to babysit me while I pick out a million things for a house, without any damn clue what I’m doing. Then I think about the fact that her coming means I’ll be able to see the baby some more.
Itch takes me around the rest of the house, showing me the other two bedrooms and the full bathroom, along with the half bath beside the laundry room. The whole home is so much bigger than I would have ever imagined.
When we get to the backyard, I notice it’s nothing but dirt. “New homes don’t have anything in the backyard. It’s a blank slate, and I was wondering if you wanted a pool?”
His words take me off guard. “A pool?” I ask.
He hums. “I would love a pool. It’s always so hot here, that I would love it. But I know they’re expensive, and you’ve already spent so much money on the house, my clothes, and then furniture and stuff to come. I can’t imagine spending money on a pool, too.”
“Let me worry about that shit, yeah?” he asks.
“Okay,” I mutter, staring at the backyard and envisioning a pool, umbrellas, and loungers all around.
I want that. It’s selfish of me, because I’m literally doing nothing in this relationship. I was given to him, I’m the burden, and he didn’t even choose me, let alone plan for any of this, and yet here he is, giving me the world.
When we leave, I can’t help but look back over my shoulder from the bike at the house. My house. My new home. I don’t know what any of the future holds for me, but at the same time, I have a feeling I’m the luckiest woman on earth.
I came from the depths of Hell, and now I’m in Heaven. I don’t know how that’s possible, but it is, and I’m holding on to it with both hands as tightly as I can.
ITCH
“You bought a fucking house,” Agony announces.
“I bought a fucking house,” I state.
He chuckles as he sits back in the chair. We’re at the shop, getting ready to work on a new Honda that was brought in by a prospect the other day. Lifting my coffee cup to my mouth, I take a drink. I can’t handle that shit the sweet butts make at the clubhouse, so I always grab something on my way to work.
“This it with this girl?” he asks. “You claiming her and doing the damn thing?”
I think about his question, but I don’t need to because I fucking am. I am doing the goddamn thing, is what I’m doing. Giving him a smirk, I clear my throat. “Yeah, brother. I am fucking doing the damn thing.”
“Good. Don’t know her for shit, but she took care of you. Helped Roadkill and everything. She’s good people to me.”
Smiling to myself, I take another drink of coffee to hide that smile. I clear my throat, then stand and stretch. I need to work. I might be the road captain of the Devil’s Hellions, but I love to work.
Tearing these cars apart, changing shit on them, then putting them back together. I don’t know what it is, but I fucking love it. Maybe it’s the putting it back together, rebuilding it and making it different and new that I love so much.
Agony and I get to work.
