“FBI! Ceasar Williams, step away from the desk and put your hands up!” one of the men called as they swarmed the room.
That was all I needed to hear before I turned to Cyrus. Carteay told me not to kill him. She didn’t say anything about beating his ass. I took a couple of steps to close the space between us before I swung and hit him. Although he was going down, I hit him a second time for good measure. There was no sense in me having to repeat this lesson again. As soon as his body crashed to the ground, I stomped him in the chest.
“Kannon!” I heard Kross’s voice through the melee, but it didn’t stop me. He couldn’t be in on the entire plan, or else it would never have worked.
A couple of the agents grabbed me, and with a final kick, I leaned down and told Cyrus, “Since we might have to co-parent, I gotta let you live for now. Just know that if you slip, I’m on your ass,” I vowed, snatching away from the officers and marching behind Kross out of the building.
“You having trouble sleeping in your new house?” he asked, making me pop my head up to look at him. His waiting grin was to be expected.
“What?” I asked. I almost fell as I scrambled to get down.
“Stop that.”
Kannon scowled as he slapped me on my ass and plopped down on the bed. “Kannon, what did you mean by that?”
“I was asking if you like your house.”
“My what?”
“Your house, Carteay. Do you like it? It’s a little over budget, but it was in my budget. I’ve been waiting all my life to buy my wife her dream house.”
“This is ours?”
“If you’ll stay here with me.”
“You claimed you didn’t even believe in love, but now you’re buying houses and being all romantic. I changed you, Kannon.”
“For the good. I don’t mind changing for my wife.”
“You keep saying that and I’m going to think you want to get married.”
“You should. I want to marry you.”
“You want to marry me with all my baggage?”
“Of course. You think I was going all out like that for someone I didn’t see forever with? I literally just cleared a shit ton of your baggage, Carteay.Iwant to be your biggest problem for the rest of my natural life. Marry me, baby,” Kannon said, lifting enough to pull a small envelope out of his back pocket.
“What’s this?” I simpered as I opened the envelope.
When I pulled the papers out, a ring fell out. “That’s the deed to our house. Now again, will you marry me?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I shouted, hopping out of his lap and jumping up and down.
“Shh! Remember, your people are asleep. I need them to stay that way while I make love to my future wife.”
“I like the sound of that.” I cooed as I eased back into his lap. “Should I get the handcuffs?”
“Not this time, freaky. I got some frustration to work out.”
“Ooh, I like the sound of that even better.”
It had been weeks since Ceasar’s arrest, and it still felt surreal. The sounds of birds chirping out on the lake filled my head as I rolled over, stirring from my sleep. As I stretched, I foundKannon’s side of the bed empty again. I found that the protector in him didn’t turn off just because danger was no longer present. I wanted him to learn to relax more, but for now, I was just grateful for his mere presence.
I knew where to find him, so I headed downstairs and out to the back deck where Kannon was sipping tea with his phone to his ear. He stood there shirtless, leaning against the deck with his back to me. His broad shoulders relaxed as whoever he was talking to finished what they were saying. He nodded as if they could hear him before finally speaking.
“Good, good.” When he ended the call, he turned to face me as if he already knew I was there. “Morning, baby.”
“Good morning. Was that Kross?” I quizzed.
