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Story: Devil's Bride

“Ah, shit. Not good for the baby?”

“No, silly. There are dishes on the table.”

Snorting, I raked my arm across the table, sending dishes and utensils flying across the room. “Now there aren’t. Just remember, I will take anything I want.” After gingerly easing her onto the table, I placed both hands on either side of her.

This time when I captured her mouth, I felt a sense of true belonging.

Life was a crapshoot. Bloody. Violent.

And messy.

But every once in a while, it could be filled with something else.

Family.

Friends.

And love.

Who the fuck knew a man like me could find a badass woman to capture my heart?

The End