Page 28 of Hearts Etched in Glass (The Afton Adders #2)
Doubt Me, Beartooth
When we finally get our girl home, we make her rest for a couple days.
It took us scaring the shit out of the staff and her mother, to get the fuck out of that hellhole, but nevertheless we have her home safe and sound. I was so fearful we lost her to a rival gang again, but once we learned she was on her way to her parents, everything started to make sense.
We’ve placed her on bed rest, to heal her body and mind.
What a wicked fucking mother she has. To see her room in shambles.
The furniture broken, bedding torn, clothing shredded and mirrors smashed, it was heart breaking to see her frustration.
But to see her bleeding, alone, defeated and demoralized, shattered my soul.
There is a special spot in hell for her parents.
I rub her calves as she lays in bed, half-asleep.
“What kind of ring you want, Marcus? If you had to choose?” Bobby asks from the corner of the room, reading the paper.
“When did you start reading?” I chuckle, as I smooth my thumb down Tilly’s leg. Bobby peers up from the paper, with an eyebrow raised.
“Keep track and make sure we didn’t set off any bullshit after murdering the McKinleys. I’m actually trying to be logistical, or tactical. Whichever word. You wanker,” he retorts.
Blowing him a kiss I say, “ Your wanker.” Then wink at him.
He shakes his head and goes back to reading. “Now answer my question, please. Darling .”
“I don’t know. Never thought of that before.” I reply, shrug my shoulders and look back at a sleeping Tilly .
“Alright well if you won’t tell me what ring you want, then I am glad I have another surprise for you.” Looking back at Bobby, I crinkle my forehead in confusion.
“Let’s give our girl some rest. Come outside with me.” He stands, leading me out of the room, giving a soft kiss to Tilly’s forehead before we leave.
We march down the stairs and out to the street side, where I find a beautiful, navy Triumph staring back at me.
“You got a new motorbike,” I chuckle, but Bobby grabs my hand, placing a set of keys playfully into them.
“This is yours, my dear. Your surprise.” He leans in, his lips caressing my cheek as he gives a tender kiss.
“I’ve always wanted one, but Bobby, are you sure?” My eyes go wide with excitement, but I also feel apprehension.
“You have mentioned before that you wanted a motorbike, but you never thought you deserved one.” He places his hands on either side of my face, his bright blue eyes filled with admiration.
“You deserve more than just a motorbike. You deserve millions of fucking dollars. You deserve the fucking world. ”
Bobby extends his arm out at the motorbike. “I may not have a ring, but with this motorbike, I propose. Will you marry me? Marry, Tilly and I?”
I cannot help the tear that escapes my eye and the laugh that leaves my lips.
“Yes, you bloody fool,” I turn my face to kiss his palm.
I feel safe. I feel adored. I feel loved, for the first time in my life.