Page 80 of Mistletoe Missus
“Never again, Tinsley Morgan. I swear to you, I’ll never let you go ever again,” Mitt whispered hoarsely.
“I’m not Mrs. Morgan anymore. I signed the divorce papers.” I argued and kept my hands hovering above his head.
Angry drivers continued to honk, but I couldn’t move.
Mitt gulped. “I never filed them. I couldn’t.”
Out of instinct, I touched my husband.
“What?” I whispered in disbelief.
Mitt peered up at me, “I’m still yours and you’re still mine, Tinsley.”
“But you moved on with someone—”
“No, I didn’t. I lied to you, Wife, and I’m so incredibly sorry for all the pain I’ve put you through.” Mitt admitted with twinkling eyes, and Albert directed traffic to go around us. “I never cheated on you. There’s only ever been one woman who captured my icy heart, warming it until it only beats for her and that’s you.”
“You lied to me?”
“Yes, but I did it to protect you. My father was the reason the limousine exploded. He’s been trying to keep us apart because I love you, Tinsley Morgan. I love you so goddamn much.”
Mitt loved me. His words of genuine truth crashed into me and ripped me wide open. My sunshine lit a pathway and welcomed his darkness right inside.
“I love you too,” I whispered. Tears fell from my eyes and onto his handsome face. “I’ve loved you since the moment you opened up to me, and I’ve never stopped.”
“And I fell for you first.” Mitt admitted as he grazed my sides and held the compass between us. “But this compass you gave to me reminded me of you and the image of us in love and together for all of eternity. It led me straight back to you.”
“Really?”
“Well, Albert helped,” Mitt revealed with a soft chuckle, and I giggled lightheartedly. “But I promise you, I won’t let anyone or anything stand in the way of us being together ever again. I’ll protect you forever. Please forgive me, angel?”
I stroked Mitt’s cheek and whispered, “I forgive you.”
All the traffic had passed thanks to Albert and his appreciated direction. Our world was now complete, and we could live happily ever after. Except for one person who stood in our way.
“What about your father?” I questioned.
“I was waiting for you to mention me,” Cyprus voiced from beside us.
Shocked, our eyes both fell in Mitt’s father’s direction. Cyprus snarled at us as he slowly came closer, and Mitt stood up. His enormous form was beside me as he placed the compass back in his pocket and took my hand. I was safe with Mitt. His touch reassured me everything would be all right. I had nothing to worry about with my husband there to keep me out of harm’s way. But danger glared at us right in the face.
“Dad? What the fuck?” Mitt breathed through clenched teeth. “Did you follow me?”
“I only followed you because you never submitted the divorce papers. I knew it was only a matter of time before you went back toher,” Cyprus admitted angrily and reached into his jacket pocket. “But I’m here to end this once and for all, Son. I’m here to do what I promised to do. A father never breaks his word.”
I gasped.
Cyprus had a gun. He pointed the weapon right at us, but Mitt shielded me with his body. He kept me safe and protected me from death. My husband would save me from an early grave.
“I can’t let you do that, Dad,” Mitt voiced while he stood his ground and briefly glanced over his shoulder. “Tinsley stay behind me, no matter what happens.”
“Mitt... No... Please...” I pleaded and gripped the back of his jacket.
I knew if I moved, Cyprus would shoot. He wouldn’t waste a moment in getting me out of his son’s life for good. He was a ruthless man, a criminal, and I was his aim. A trembling, scared target who didn’t stand a chance at beating him and time was running out.
Albert warned, “I called the cops, Cyprus! Drop the gun! You can still fix this with your son!”
Cyprus didn’t heed the threat and stared at Mitt with irritation. “Get out of the way, Mitt.”
