Rawlings grins wickedly. “Yeah big man, how did you find her?” His soft deep chuckles rumble.
Alexander goes to move, “Alexander” I say to him as he moves to get a baggy with my possession and starts to fish out something.
“I, um…”
“Oh, this is going to be good.” Rawlings leans against the wall.
He pulls out the green gemmed necklace with the celtic symbol that he gifted me. What the hell. He hands it over to me, dangling in my hands. The cool metal in my hands. The weight of it weighing heavily in my hands, I have missed it hanging around my neck. I unclasp it and put it on me. Noticing that all rings and earrings are missing. I guess I didn’t notice when I woke up.
“Remember when you asked if there was a tracker in it and I said no.” He sheepishly grins.
“You lied.” giving him a stern look. I should have known better.
“I lied.”
Replaying the words in my head, making the note that he said that they don’t do that or have the equipment for it. “Anything else I need to know?”
Rawlings kicks off the wall. “We have just defeated one threat to us, but there are many more out there. I’m asking for your trust in return, and knowing that I do trust you. You are a part of this family and I know that you can do good things for us.” Something in me pops an idea. An idea to insist on why the club had been hanging around the foundation.
“Ever thought about community service?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Community service?” Alexander chimes in.
“Could always use volunteers at the Foundation, if the foundation is still standing.” I suggest. If the club wants to keep their name out of the police or the community in regards to their image, helping the foundation in many ways could help.
“May not be a bad idea boss actually.” Alexander agrees.
“Bust out of here first, and we’ll talk.” Rawlings winks. He heads out, embracing Alexander one last time. Alexander grabs the bag of possessions and brings a chair around back towards me.
“I’m sorry, sweets.” noticing that Alexander still hasn’t expressed his happiness or joy.
“You can’t die on me anymore. My heart and my hair can’t take it.” his light grim expression, showing his fear.
“Well, I wouldn't have to die, if people would stop shooting at me.” pointing out the true fact.
“Teresa, your sass, your attitude, you can’t leave me.” He shakes his head.
“Yes sir. Help me put my rings back on would you? I feel naked without them.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Gives me an idea or two. ”
“No, no. I don’t need you to break me anymore than I am. All this has been punishment.”
He snickers. “Not even close, little cub.”
He slides some of my rings into the correct spots, tells me that he has been paying attention. Except one. My claddagh ring. I have been placing it on my right hand with the heart pointing it out. But something in Alexander did not follow suit. He slides it on my left hand with the heart pointing out. I shake my head, “Sweets, wrong hand.”
He pats my head, “No, it’s not. It’s meant to be there. And in some time, the heart will turn one last time.” My eyes grow wider. The only reason for the ring to be there was for a moment I did not think would come, let alone with this man.
“Alexander Jackson Jones. You are not saying what I think you are saying.” I say in disbelief.
“And what if I am?” He cocks his head.
“You are asking me,”
“To be mine forever.” leaning in closer to my face.
“To build a home?”