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Story: His Little Spitfire
I love this woman. No doubt about it. She’s got me wrapped around her finger, and I don’t even care if she burns a hole through my wallet, if it means pleasing her.
Even better, I don’t feel like a weak bastard for it. No, I feel like a good husband. Even if I don’t have to go and prove myself, I’m going to make sure to show her just how well I can take care of her from this day forward.
12
Eliza
Epilogue
With the rush of wind flowing through my hair, whipping behind us, my arms hug tighter around Urzo’s bulky frame.
Hitting a bend in the road, we both lean together. Finally, I can ride on this death machine without panicking. Now, I’m just taking advantage of hugging my husband.
He’s had this motorcycle for over a year now, but last summer, I refused to get near it. This summer, I promised I’d at least try. Not too bad once I put all my trust in him to get us home in one piece.
“Not bad,” he calls out over the rumble, complimenting me.
Last time, I leaned the wrong way and definitely almost caused an accident. Definitely learned my lesson.
Reaching the road that leads up toward the estate, the bike revs as we pass the front gate. Feeling a bit disappointed that our time away is already reaching its end, I don’t rush to hop off once we come to a stop, and he plants his feet against what is now gravel.
“Doing alright?” He throws a glance over his shoulder. “Won’t complain, but you were clinging on the whole time.”
I snort. “My legs feel a little weak, so who knows if I’ll be able to walk all the way inside.”
His mouth curves at the invitation to help me out. This man, even after all these years, has yet to tire of finding opportunities to touch me.
Before he can make the suggestion, there’s a shrillish screech that catches both of our attention, followed by a string of curses and threats.
Leaning over, we both see the scene play out.
Tommy, looking furious, dragging a woman I’ve never seen against gravel. He’s got an iron-grip on her arm, and she’s kicking up rocks trying to free herself.
“Uh… Unwanted guest?” I attempt to guess.
If she weren’t welcome, I’d think Tommy would be dragging her toward the front gate, not toward our home.
Urzo sighs softly under his breath and shakes his head. “If that’s who I think it is, I should find Santino before Tommy actually gets his hands on her. It won’t end up being good.”
“Who is it? Girlfriend that ended with a broken heart?” I tip my chin, trying to get a better view. Knowing Tommy, I can’t imagine him feeling anything for a woman. The man doesn’t have a heart.
“My sister, who ran away right under his nose.” He taps his fingers against the handles. “Though, from here, it’s kind of hard to tell. If it isn’t Val, I’d be wasting my time.”
I hum in contemplation. “Another option, we can pretend we saw nothing and wait until someone tells us.”
The chuckle that vibrates his back makes me grin. The roar of the motorcycle coming back to life is all the answer I need.
Surely, the woman will be just fine. These guys are a little crazy when it comes to the women in their lives, and Tommy might be one of the roughest ones here, but I’m sure we’ve got nothing to worry about.
“Three miles around the estate, and then we’ll deal with it.”
Hugging his frame once more, I nod my head before we’re off once more.
Even better, I don’t feel like a weak bastard for it. No, I feel like a good husband. Even if I don’t have to go and prove myself, I’m going to make sure to show her just how well I can take care of her from this day forward.
12
Eliza
Epilogue
With the rush of wind flowing through my hair, whipping behind us, my arms hug tighter around Urzo’s bulky frame.
Hitting a bend in the road, we both lean together. Finally, I can ride on this death machine without panicking. Now, I’m just taking advantage of hugging my husband.
He’s had this motorcycle for over a year now, but last summer, I refused to get near it. This summer, I promised I’d at least try. Not too bad once I put all my trust in him to get us home in one piece.
“Not bad,” he calls out over the rumble, complimenting me.
Last time, I leaned the wrong way and definitely almost caused an accident. Definitely learned my lesson.
Reaching the road that leads up toward the estate, the bike revs as we pass the front gate. Feeling a bit disappointed that our time away is already reaching its end, I don’t rush to hop off once we come to a stop, and he plants his feet against what is now gravel.
“Doing alright?” He throws a glance over his shoulder. “Won’t complain, but you were clinging on the whole time.”
I snort. “My legs feel a little weak, so who knows if I’ll be able to walk all the way inside.”
His mouth curves at the invitation to help me out. This man, even after all these years, has yet to tire of finding opportunities to touch me.
Before he can make the suggestion, there’s a shrillish screech that catches both of our attention, followed by a string of curses and threats.
Leaning over, we both see the scene play out.
Tommy, looking furious, dragging a woman I’ve never seen against gravel. He’s got an iron-grip on her arm, and she’s kicking up rocks trying to free herself.
“Uh… Unwanted guest?” I attempt to guess.
If she weren’t welcome, I’d think Tommy would be dragging her toward the front gate, not toward our home.
Urzo sighs softly under his breath and shakes his head. “If that’s who I think it is, I should find Santino before Tommy actually gets his hands on her. It won’t end up being good.”
“Who is it? Girlfriend that ended with a broken heart?” I tip my chin, trying to get a better view. Knowing Tommy, I can’t imagine him feeling anything for a woman. The man doesn’t have a heart.
“My sister, who ran away right under his nose.” He taps his fingers against the handles. “Though, from here, it’s kind of hard to tell. If it isn’t Val, I’d be wasting my time.”
I hum in contemplation. “Another option, we can pretend we saw nothing and wait until someone tells us.”
The chuckle that vibrates his back makes me grin. The roar of the motorcycle coming back to life is all the answer I need.
Surely, the woman will be just fine. These guys are a little crazy when it comes to the women in their lives, and Tommy might be one of the roughest ones here, but I’m sure we’ve got nothing to worry about.
“Three miles around the estate, and then we’ll deal with it.”
Hugging his frame once more, I nod my head before we’re off once more.