Now that sassy tone was just fucking unfair, my entire body hardened at that and I was finding out little Maya had more than a bit fire. She adapted so quickly and that could only mean she would adjust to the twin’s sarcasm and our intensity, something I loved. It was like we were leaving an imprint on her while she still managed to maintain her sweetness and strength.
“They are going to talk, honey,” Marco spoke softly, although he didn’t look like he gave a fuck.
Then she just fucked with my head as she hopped in the car. “They can talk all they want, last time I checked they weren’t on planes with their six handsome mates. So, their loss.”
Marco laughed and I shook my head, her point was valid.
Our drive was pretty straightforward and while paparazzi followed alongside us, Maya gave zero mind, instead shedding her jacket and looking over the Los Angeles streets with interest. I tucked her jacket away and as we approached a set of massive white gates that rose in greeting, she moved forward to kneel on the seat and watch.
That was one of the things I appreciated most about the woman.
Her pure curiosity and interest for things. It was nearing sunset, so the sky was painted a stunning hue of red and purple, as we pulled around the circular driveway to the massive Grecian styled architecture that faced the ocean, Maya was out. She had a huge smile on her face as the twins caught up to her and they walked right through the foyer, past the massive staircase and elaborate classic furniture, towards the private beach and balcony. The gauzy white curtain shifted as she stood outlined in them, looking over the ocean.
I looked to Marco and spoke, “I’m starting to think this house was a good purchase.”
Marco’s eyes snapped back to her as he replied, “I think this house was bought for her whether we realized it or not.”
It was true, only minutes later, Maya had found her way upstairs and changed into a sundress. I’d opted for a shirt and shorts as well but I didn’t feel nearly as relaxed as she looked. I could literally see the men I had lining the property, but it didn’t help, and Marco, despite his words was a tad tense, the two of us smoking cigars in the oddly cool LA afternoon. Yes, 70 degrees was cool for here.
The twins were walking along the shore line with Maya, and Sai was setting up a bonfire. Henry stood talking on the phone as he made arrangements for tomorrow night.
“I’m surprised you said yes to the concert,” I noted.
Marco snorted and looked away from Maya’s long dark hair that was moving like her dress in the breeze. Barefoot, the pastel blue dress with a bow on the back was the only color on the shoreline along side the twins. I could hear her laugh from here and it was like this morning had never happened. But it had. Which was why I was starting to be really thankful for the level of security I had available. I get it. Jed was dead. I didn’t give a fuck, there were other threats and I wasn’t about to let them touch her.
“I think,” Marco blew out shaking his head, “that I would do anything for that woman.”
I nodded and drew a hand through my hair, my dragon rumbling in agreeance. I wondered if she’d ever realize the power she had over us.
Whatever the woman wanted, I’d gladly hand over to her and ten times that.