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Kyle releases his grip on my hair, and my body instantly falls to the bed in a heap of muscle, bones, and exhaustion. Slowly, he slips from my body, and I groan, missing him and aching with pain at the same time.
His hand touches the center of my back, his lips grazing my shoulder before he rolls away from me and off the bed. I don’t move. I can’t. I just want to close my eyes and sleep for a year, maybe two.
When I hear the shower water turn on, I roll over onto my back and stare at the ceiling. I don’t know what the hell to expect in this. I can tell myself to live in the moment over and over, but I can’t stop thinking about the future.
A future that I want with this caring and considerate man. Not a future with the other version of him. I don’t want that, and yet I have a feeling I’m going to have to live with both forms of that man, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
ITCH
Once I’m showered and dressed, Piper slips into the bathroom to get ready for the day, and I decide to leave and get some donuts and coffee for her and me. Man cannot live on sex alone, and I’m fucking hungry.
It doesn’t take me long to jet into town and get a dozen donuts and two coffees. I don’t take my bike, knowing that if I did, coffee would be hard to maneuver. Pulling into the driveway, I’m surprised when my phone starts to buzz and it’s Roadkill.
Sliding my thumb across the screen, I put the phone on speaker as I unload the car and head inside.
“What’s up?” I ask.
There is a moment of silence, then he clears his throat and begins. “It’s started,” he says.
I open the front door and slip inside but am careful to look around the living room and ensure that I’m alone. I hear the shower running still, so I know Piper is still in the bathroom. I ask him to hold on for a second and deposit the donuts and coffee on the kitchen counter, then take the phone off speaker and hold it up to my ear.
“What do you mean, it’s started?” I demand.
There is silence, then he clears his throat again. He’s avoiding actually telling me what the fuck Is going on, but I’ll wait his ass out. I have no problem doing that at all whatsoever. I’m pretty sure I know exactly who it is he’s talking about, but I want the details, and I don’t want to have to draw it out of him.
“Raul and Dutch. They got four people who have dropped dead using their shit and five more in the hospital. The blowback is on them as of right now. Raul called asking Legacy what the fuck happened with the supplier. Legacy informed him that we are not the supplier and that he could contact his own. We only supply weed.”
And that we do.
In this case, weed was not delivered. Which is why we chose this shipment. Usually, he asks for a good mixture of shit, but this time, he only wanted coke. I have no fucking clue why. I don’t ask questions, but it worked out in our favor, so that’s that.
“Shit,” I say with a laugh. “Slowly but surely.”
“People are going to die,” he warns.
I should feel bad that people will die in this personal vendetta, but at the same time, I don’t. I start to tell him that it doesn’t matter to me if these people die. Again. We’ve already had this conversation before, so this feels goddamn repetitive.
We need these assholes gone, is what we need, and the only way we can ensure it is this way, but my words are cut short when I hear movement in the house.
Turning my head to the side, I watch as Piper makes her way toward me. She’s wearing some of her new clothes—a pair of shorts and a shirt that has flowers printed on it. My lips twitch at the sight of the flowers, especially since I’ve started calling her flower.
Flower.
Fucking shit, that’s what she is, too, a flower. Piper is blooming before my eyes, and I don’t know if that makes me perverted or whatever the fuck because of her age, but she is. When I found her, she was a shell of a human. She was kind and considerate, but she was afraid to even breathe.
Each day that passes, I’ve watched her come out of her shell more and more. I’m hoping that soon, she’ll show me all of her.
“Call me with any updates?” I ask.
“Sorry to call on your honeymoon,” he chuckles.
I’m not sure I would call this a honeymoon, but I don’t tell him that. I should plan something for us, though. A real vacation. Just because we were contracted to one another doesn’t mean we shouldn’t have a real fucking honeymoon. I make a mental note to talk to Legacy about having some time off.
“You hungry?” I ask as I shove the phone into my pocket. She looks behind me to the kitchen, then shifts her gaze back to meet mine. “Donuts and coffee,” I say.
She gives me a smile and starts to walk past me, but I don’t let her. Reaching out, I wrap my arm around her waist, dipping my chin and touching my lips to hers. “Good morning, wife.”
“Good morning,” Piper breathes against my lips.
