“He wants to hurt her. I know he does. He wants to hurt her for leaving and evading him for God knows how many years. He’ll hurt her then he’ll kill her,” she says softly.
“We won’t let that happen. I’ll snap his neck before he gets close, though he’d have to get past Damian first. He cares deeply for her,” I divulge.
“No way,” she exclaims, looking up at me.
I chuckle. “Not like that. Like she and Kennedy are. They connected on a different level than she did with anyone else. Likely because he was on the run for a long time, too.”
“I didn’t know that. I don’t know much about Damian’s past and he doesn’t talk about it.”
“Of course, you’ve asked,” I tease.
“Well, yeah. It’s Damian. He’s important to me,” she admits.
I nod. “One day he’ll tell you his story. I would, but it’s not mine to tell. I will tell you he was one of Joan’s kids the same time I was. It’s how we met. Celeste too.”
“Celeste too? Wow. She’s a little younger than you, isn’t she?”
“Yes. Six years. Damian’s younger by three years. We were quite the mix,” I confess with a wry grin. “Those were hard times for all of us.”
“I know, baby,” Fee coos, then hugs me tightly to her.
“I never thought I’d make it to thirty-two. I certainly never even imagined I’d be married to the woman I’ve loved for nearly half my life.”
“But here you are. Cage Nichols. Successful business man. Friend to many. In some ways you care for others the way Lucy does, it’s just not as obvious. Wonderful husband. Phenomenal lover. My very best friend. You made this of yourself, baby. You. No one else. I am so proud of you and all you’ve become,” my Fee whispers to me sweetly.
“I love you so much I don’t know how to contain it sometimes. I want to hug you so tightly you’re never away from me. I want to tuck you away in my pocket for safe keeping.”
She snorts. “You only want me in your pants so I’m closer to your cock.”
I lift a brow. “That would be an added bonus.”
“Mhmm,” she purrs. She curls into me a little more. She must have forgot her wrap again and it’s unusually cool for February in California.
I open my jacket and wrap her up in it with me. I’d take it off, but I’m too greedy to let her go. It’s not often I get private moments like these with my wife. At home, yes; but everywhere else, no. We usually have someone with us, not just a driver. I didn’t want to wait, and Damian had things to do. If I saw one of Murphy’s men there, I know there were more. I trust my Enforcer and best friend to get all the information he can—and he will. Damian Black is a man not to be fucked with.
