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We shut the door behind us and found Marcio already waiting. Apparently, he’d heard Slade’s yell.
“Where we going?”
All three of us loaded into the elevator car and Lily pushed the button to the garage. “We’re going to find Zain a house. And we’re taking my car.”
Marcio cursed but stayed quiet until we came to a four door Jetta. And not a new one. My eyes cut over to Marcio, who was laughing under his breath.
“What in the world do we have here?”
Lilian climbed in, leaning over to unlock the passenger door. The smile she wore radiated and in that moment, I couldn’t remember being happier. My slave was dressed to kill, sitting in a car worth less than the fancy half-trench that covered her.
“My first car. I couldn’t bear getting rid of it. It’s great, right?”
“Perfect.” And I couldn’t have been speaking more of the truth. This was what I had wanted when I dreamed of my future with Lily. Real. Simple. Happy.
She turned over the engine, and surprisingly, it started.
“The guards use it on occasion when they’re…doing whatever they do,” she said, as if reading my mind. Her eyes peered back at Marcio, but he kept quiet. “So, I have a few good ideas on where we could drive. Most of the owners stick signs in the windows. Maybe we’ll get lucky.”
“I like that idea.”
We left the garage and headed away from downtown. I manually rolled down the window, letting the cool air fill my lungs. A few streets went by when she took a left, heading up a steep hill. Like a rollercoaster, we went through the motions, weaving through numerous tight knit streets until my hand shot up and I jerked forward, flying into the safety belt.
“There’s one!” Lilian had already slammed on the brakes and I shook my head, trying to calm my rapidly beating pulse. Son of a bitch, she’d caught me off guard. A car honked behind us but she didn’t pay it any mind as she pulled over and wedged between two parked cars. I turned to look at Marcio, whose eyes were wide. I was betting he was going to put on his seat belt the next time we started going.
Lilian pushed the car door open and climbed out. I was quickly behind her, barely making it out before she started walking around and heading toward the front door. All the homes were set up against each other, displaying the same black iron handrail going up the stairs in front of each one.
“I like it.” She headed closer and I took out my phone, punching in the number.
“It’s…bright orange.”
Her giggle was swept away by the wind. “It’ll go great with the new bedroom set.” Dark hair swung over her shoulders as she spun in my direction. “Let’s get it. Slade’s penthouse is close enough.”
“We haven’t even seen the inside,” I said, lowly. “It might already be leased.” At the sad look, I hit the number. Jesus, this woman was going to be the death of me. Bright ass orange house, a neon bedroom set, if she had her way, and beautiful eyes that could make me care less about any of that.
A man’s voice came though and I sighed, glancing over to Marcio, who was leaning against the car.
“Hi, I’m calling about the house you have for lease.” I turned toward the intersecting road to see where we were when the phone disconnected. I pulled it back and looked at my screen to make sure I’d wasn’t imagining it. “What the—”
The door to the next house over opened. “It’s still available. You interested?”
Shit. That could be good and bad. My landlord living next door. Tough call, but it wasn’t like I really had anything to hide. Not anymore. I was just a regular man who would have a regular job. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Orange was an okay color.
“Hi, yes. I’m very interested. Is there any way we could see inside?”
“It’s two bedrooms. Are you the couple and he your roommate?”
The man nodded toward Marcio and Lily laughed. “Oh, no, sir. We’re a couple, yes, but Marcio is just my cousin. We won’t be living with Zain. I’ll just be staying over on occasion.”
A nod was thrown our way as the landlord hobbled down the stairs, favoring his left side heavily on the cane. Keys jingled as he pulled them out and walked up the stairs to the rental.
“Zain, you say?”
“Yes, sir,” I held my arm out for Lilian to take as we followed.
“I once knew a Zain. It was back in eighty-three. Tulsa, Oklahoma, I believe.” As he continued on, I let my smile surface, feeling better by the minute. It might be nice to hear his stories. I’d never had a grandpa, maybe this would be something like that. Or…not.
Chapter 33
