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I knew when he read the name, he needed to be worried.
Because Lance Davidson was a pitbull.
And he was nothing more than a fuckin’ rat.
That night, I was there waiting for Ophelia to get off work.
I had picked Soraya up from the Robbins, and we had made dinner.
The brothers had worked fast on trading the shit we brought with us into cash.
Her mouth had fallen open when I laid seventy-eight hundred dollars in front of her.
After I told her why, she jumped up from her chair, placed her hands on either side of my cheeks, and then... she kissed me with the softest caress I have ever felt.
If I knew that handing her that cash and doing that for her would have gotten me her lips when we first met, I’d have done it.
That night after I kissed her goodnight, she whispered in the dark, “You won’t get into trouble for all you did for me. Right?”
I shook my head, “Nah. Should I get in trouble, they can bring it on. I was protecting mine.”
And had I not been listening to her even breathing, I would have missed it when she whispered, “His,” just before she fell asleep, curled up in my arms.
'I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.’
– Saint’s Secret Thoughts.
Chapter 13
Saint
After we had gotten them all moved in and the Christmas tree back up with more ornaments, I took them to the store to get anything and everything they needed.
We had our first fight in front of the cashier at Target when she tried to pay for stuff.
“Spend that money on anything your heart desires or put it in an account for college for Soraya. Whatever you wanna do with it. But you’re mine. So is Soraya. I’ll say yes, ma’am, to anything you tell or ask me to do. But not this.”
“Saint, this isn’t right,” she snapped.
Poor little Soraya’s head was flipping back and forth as we went at it, her little blonde curls whipping this way and that way.
“Nothin’ has made sense for either of us. Nothin’ has added up, baby. But this,” I said as I pointed to her heart, to mine, then to Soraya’s, and said, “when something feels so right like this does.”
She had conceded but growled and stomped all the way out to the truck.
Soraya looked up at me and asked, “You like my heart?”
I looked at her in the cart, then I shook my head, “Nah. I don’t like your heart. I love your heart.”
My woman had heard every word I said. And by the time she was buckled up in the truck, she was smiling.
***
I checked my phone for the time, and when I saw that Ophelia had texted, my stomach growled.
My Forever – Pork Chops. Mashed Potatoes. Green Beans. Cheddar Cheese Biscuits. Dinner. Is that okay?
“Damn, man, we’re headed to the kitchen to eat lunch. You’ll be able to quell that stomach of yours here shortly.” Wolf said as he clapped me on the back.
