On the other hand I was proud of her for standing up, that shit was long overdue. And though I think somehow she knew she was in no danger from me, I was happy as fuck that she felt safe enough with me to do her thing.
Now I’m gonna have to find a way to make this shit up to her, to show her what she means to me. I’d never given much thought to the balance in a relationship, I just always knew that shit was gonna be my way end of story.
That shit was all well and good, but the crying and the hurt was not part of the fucking deal, that’s where I draw the line. I signaled to the others who were flanking me that it was time for a stop.
We pulled into the next lot up on the right and the guys headed into the little convenience store. “You want something from in there?” I had helped her off the back of my bike and was holding her between my spread thighs as I sat there. She was still not looking at me as she shook her head no, and when I removed the helmet I saw the evidence of her tears.
Pulling her into me I hugged her as close as I could against my heart. “Why are you still crying babygirl? Look at me.” I smoothed the hair back from her face and looked at her without speaking for a while.
“We had our first fight, it was a bad one, you lost your damn mind, but I’m still here. I’m sorry you felt even for one second that I chose her over you that would never happen. Now stop the tears I don’t like it.”
“Kiss me.” I waited for her to lift her lips to mine before taking them in a sweet kiss. “I’ll give you my seed tonight okay, stop fussing.” Since she lost that fucking haunted look in her eyes I figured that’s what the fuck was wrong with her spoilt ass.
“You want chocolate?” She nodded her head yes when not five minutes ago she said she didn’t want shit. I shook my head with a grin and took her into the store to stock up on the sugary sweet shit that she had a weakness for.
She seemed much lighter now that we’d had our little talk. I doubt she knew how much of her heart she’d shown me today. I’ll have to be careful in the future not to harm her sweet heart. My girl is a softie.
By the time we were on the road again I had come up with an idea for Deidre that would save me from breaking my word and give my woman what she wanted in the bargain. Now as to getting rid of everyone I’d slept with, there were only one or two of them left, but if that’s what she wanted so be it. The boys had more than enough pussy to go around.
She was already changing my shit around and she hadn’t been there a month. I guess I was gonna have to rethink some shit because she had proven that she had no problem standing up to me and that shit was going to have to be nipped in the bud before she fucked around and pushed me too far.
The one thing I was not prepared to accept from my woman, is disrespect, no matter how fucking mad she gets. That shit will earn her an ass whipping.
She held me a little tighter the rest of the way and there were no more stray tears hitting me as we rode hard for our destination.
With her little ass under control my mind turned to what could possibly be waiting for us at the other end of this shit. Most likely it had to do with the hate brigade, as Law was fond of calling the local chapter of the Nazi wannabes, who were apparently friends of Sal’s.
If that fuck wanted to lose his nuts altogether I had no problem helping him out there, and if I took out a few of those assholes along the way so much the better.
The thing is, I don’t think any of that would’ve prompted Law to call for a face to face, something like that he could’ve told me over the phone or true to character, the pain in the ass would’ve handled it himself and then told me after the fact. This shit was just making me antsy as fuck on top of everything else.
My mind ran the gamut of possibilities but all roads led to her. If it concerned her and Law wasn’t talking but was asking me to come all this way, then it might be bad. But wouldn’t he have given me a heads-up?