“Alright. I’m pulling up to the hotel,” I say as Roc stops the truck right in front of the entrance. I don’t even wait for him to come let me out. Grabbing the rose I picked up on my way here, I climb out of the back seat.
“Tell sis I said good luck. See you tomorrow.”
The phone goes silent letting me know he’d hung up. I make my way over to the door, Ghost on my heels. We step inside the building and make our way to the ballroom. Suddenly a goddess in black passes up ahead. She disappears into the lady’s bathroom. Just that glimpse of her has my fucking knees nearly going weak.
I have to admit, I’m a sucker for my wife. There isn’t another woman that can hold a candle to her.
“I’ll scope the room,” Ghost says. I guess he knew where I was headed.
“Jake should be close by.”
“He’s right there.”
I turn to the left where Ghost pointed, and sure enough, Jake is standing in the shadows. His job is to blend in. Not to crowd my wife but to be close so that she’s never in danger.
Not far from Jake, I spot Cyrus leaning against a wall eating something. He grins at me as he stuffs his mouth. I shake my head before heading to see my wife when she walks out the door.
No matter how hard life gets, this woman will always be able to calm me down and ease my emotions. My second phone dings letting me know I have a message. This is the phone I use for Saint. If anyone is on this line, it means it has something to do with my guns.
Rome Brix:500,000
Rome was one of my three US gun runners. He and the Outlaw Brotherhood moved my guns through the streets like the shits were a rare fucking gem. $500,000 in profits in five months was lite work for them.
Me:See you in a few weeks.
Rome Brix:You got it.
I slide my phone back in my pocket just as the creak of the restroom door draws my attention. My jaw fucking unhinges when Tiffany walks out. The way her smile lights up her faceholds my attention for only a second. Her body in that dress grabs hold of me and doesn’t let me go. Not only is it not the dress that painting muthafucker tried to buy her, it’s way better. It wraps around her body like I want to. I don’t see any panty or bra lines, which means there is a huge possibility she is naked underneath.
What I wouldn’t do to have her legs wrapped around my head. It’s been too long since I’ve tasted my wife. Even the thought of her pussy flavor on my tongue has my cock so hard it aches.
Forcing my eyes away from her body and the things I want to do to it, I look at her face. Everything in me stills. Although she is smiling, her eyes are a little red, which tells me she was either crying or on the verge of crying.
I push away from the wall.
“What’s wrong?”
I step up to her. Her smile lifts higher.
“Nothing,” she lies. “I didn’t think you would come.”
“I was always going to come.” There was no need for her to doubt that. “Why were you upset?” This was the important question.
If one of these tight-ass fuckers said or did something to my wife, I’d make sure they regretted the day they ever met her.
“It doesn’t matter.” Her smile lifts higher as she steps further into me. She’s seeking my comfort which means something happened. I don’t complain. Instead, I wrap my arms around her. She shoves her hands under my suit coat and tugs at the back of my shirt down by my waist. I drop a kiss on her forehead. The deep breath she takes as if she’s just happy to be in my arms has me feeling like a king.
“I’m glad you came,” she whispers as if she’s in a bubble.
“I’ll always be there for you.”
I’m a little pissed at myself for ever making her believe I would miss this. She and I have been on two different wavelengths lately. I thought after I started being home more; we were getting back to where we once were. However, the day she was at the warehouse and flinched when Ralphie called me Saint made me realize we still had a long way to go.
“Excuse me, if everyone can start making their way back to their seats now, please,” a squeaky female voice says over a speaker system.
Tiffany groans before pulling away.
“Ugh, I’d rather go home.”
