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“I thought Sienna was a loose end that needed to be dealt with? I’m not leaving her alone near you,” I grumble, knowing now that we’re married my brother would never harm her. She’s family now.
“I already apologized to her over that small detail. And as a sorry, I’m allowing you to work out of town for half the year.”
I smile at the thought of that. Elliot allowed me to buy his tavern in Oakport Beach from him. Sienna and I decided we will split our time here and there while running the local pub. We’ll see how long we last in such a small town, but crazier things have happened.
The need to kill isn’t the same anymore. The urge is still greatly there, but only when it comes to protecting Sienna. In the last four months, I’ve only taken on necessary jobs from Romeo. He’s happier and less stressed now that I don’t go rogue on him. It’s a win for all.
Sienna touches my hand, my eyes naturally finding hers. No one has to tell me that I’m one lucky bastard. She’s a hundred times out of my league but I’m the one she fell in love with. I can never get enough of her pretty smile, alluring moss-green eyes, or her sassy attitude. My eyes drop, taking her in, in her white wedding dress. Damn, I want to rip off that dress and my hands want to dig into those curves I love so much.
“Stop those naughty thoughts of yours. You still owe me a dance.” On cue, the music rolls through the inside garden-like venue. I grab Sienna’s hand and lead her to the dance floor. It’s only family here tonight, creating a close and intimate setting. Something I used to think I would hate, but it’s oddly settling.
“Did you see the newspaper article on my father’s old motorcycle club?” she asks while I lead her around the dance floor.
“What article?” I play dumb.
“The whole club has decided to leave the area. The crime rate is down twenty percent from previous years.”
“Strange.” I dip her, loving the way she follows my lead and holds onto me tighter.
“You wouldn’t know anything about that would you?” she asks, lifting a perfectly manicured brow.
I hold her closer, breathing in her sweet scent. “I heard they felt like it was a bad omen since most of their chapter ended up missing.”
“Hmmmmm…” is her response, knowing damn well it was me that forced them out. She rests her head on my chest. “I’m not sure if I ever thanked you for upheaving my life. I was never brave enough to leave, and each day I’m grateful that I caught your eye.”
“I’m the lucky one, baby.” I place a kiss under her ear on her neck, enjoying the way she shivers her response.
The song ends too soon for my liking and we retreat toward my brothers. I always thought I was more like a lone wolf, but Sienna is starting to have me believe I love the company of my family more than I admit. It was the voice of my deceased father that continually pushed me away, thinking that I was inferior and they wouldn’t accept me because of my enjoyment of the dark side of our business. I’m realizing this is not true at all. They all embrace me without reservation.
“Husband, take me home,” Sienna’s voice is husky as she looks me up and down with satisfaction.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
I will stop at nothing to keep that smile on her face.
She is my everything.
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Sinful Kisses
Chapter 1: Romeo
Ilookoutthekitchen window to see shit and dirt everywhere. My life is far different from what it was a year ago. The constant low buzz from the ancient appliances is steady in the background. It’s like the same annoying pulse that insects give off on a warm summer night. My view consists of pigs sleeping in rectangular pens, each section leading into a barn-like enclosure. A small fenced-in walkway leads in front of the five stalls that host almost ninety pink, oinking, vicious animals. Their teeth could easily take off any finger that slips into their mouth.
Taking a sip from my bitter black coffee, I then spit the hot liquid out with a curse. My tongue burns from the scalding temperature. My thumb presses on my lip like that might fix it, and it does nothing. It only aggravates me further. Even the crummy coffeemaker in this hellhole is shit.
I toss the mug into the sink. The black liquid splashes up, and the handle of the cheap mug breaks off. It’s the second mug I’ve broken this week. At this rate, I’ll either have to give up coffee or drink from the pot itself.
With a thud, I shove my feet into my work boots and head out for the day. The sun is poking its lousy head above the horizon, and I wish I could beat it back down. I hear the grumblings of pigs in the near distance, and I glare toward them with the morning light in my eyes. Their heavy-set bodies clunk on the dry ground, hearing my angry footsteps.
They serve as a reminder of what I represent.
Disgraceful.
Unworthy.
Ill-suited.
