Page 102 of Hush 3: Hidden Family

Once in the foyer, I can see lights flashing outside. I turn to look at Michael curiously. He only winks and gives me a blinding smile.

Val and Uri both appear with smiles on their faces. Uri is holding the boys as Vita stands holding onto Val’s leg as she looks on as if wondering what’s going on with the adults.

I would like to know the same thing as Annabella appears with a face-splitting smile of her own. I notice Salvatore is with her, which makes me wonder where Adriano is once again.

Before I can ask Michael for the second time, he opens the door, and I gasp in shock. There is a flatbed truck in front of the house and it’s lowering a brand-new sports car. I look to Michael then look back at the car.

For about two months, he has been teaching me how to drive one of his cars in the garage. He had asked me what kind of car I would like if I had my own. Never in a million years did I think he planned to give me one.

“You bought me a car?”

“Yes, I should have done so years ago. I hope you like it,” he replies.

“I don’t have a license. It is not legal in New York State for me to drive without a license.”

He chuckles as he hands over the key. “I will make sure you are taken to get your license this week. Until then we will continue to practice on the property.”

I look at the red car and squeal. This is the best anniversary ever. I bounce in place and clap my hands happily.

“Are you happy?”

“Are you kidding me? Yes, Michael, I am very happy. You will get to fuck me very hard today.

“I will eat breakfast and change into something sexy. I plan to suck your cock too. I am most happy,” I say.

Michael’s cheeks turn red as Uri, Val, and Annabella laugh. Salvatore is coughing into his hand as he turns away. I cover my mouth as I realize I’ve brought our dirty talk out in public.

“Oops.”

Michael wraps his arms around my head and tugs me into him as he kisses the top of my head. I wrap my arms around his waist and hold him tight.

“Have I ever told you I would change nothing about you? I love you just the way you are, Symphony.”

“Good, because I can’t change who I am, and I don’t want to be anyone else.”

“Come, I’m dying to know what’s under that tarp,” he says.

My cheeks heat. He is speaking of the photo I had shipped in. The one Maribel took for me. I begin to pop my band on my wrist.

“What is the matter?” Michael whispers in my ear.

“I don’t think my gift is good enough after all of this.”

“I’m sure I will love it.”

We go back into the house and move into the drawing room, where I thought I would hide the gift. Too bad he found it last night.

Like a kid, he rushes over to it and flips the tarp off. He steps back and takes in a sharp breath. I wring my hands as I look at the photo of me leaping through the air.

It’s funny. In the black and white print—my red slippers being the only pop of color, I’m wearing an all-black costume and red slippers like the tattoo on his forearm. I begin to blink rapidly when I see Michael’s eyes mist over.

“I will get you something else,” I rush out.

“No, you won’t,” he chokes out, placing a hand on his hip and lifting his other arm up to his face as if to hold in his emotions.

He looks at me with suspiciously moist eyes and nods a few times. His jaw works and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard once then twice.

“It’s perfect. Thank you.”

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