The Butcher of the Bay Part II - J. Bree Page 0,76
and weighs my hand down with the sheer size of the rock there. It’s absolutely stunning.
I still can't say a word.
"The kid's diamond color is dark blue. I needed to be fucking careful buying one here in the Bay. Everyone knows what the diamonds mean and there's no fucking way I was getting you a white diamond. I’d only ever support Lips so blue it is.“
I don't know what any of that means but it sounds so important to him, so vital to who he is on the streets here, so I nod my head and force myself to speak.
"I love it, mon Monstre. I love you so much."
He grins and pulls me in for a blistering kiss, as fierce and brutal as he always is with me. When he finally lets me go I let the tears in my eyes fall, the stream of them along my cheeks a joyful thing.
He frowns a little at them and I laugh at him. "I can't wait to call you my husband. I can't wait for us to be wed."
The frown disappears and he grins. "if you want something big, we can do it that way. I fucking hate churches but I'll do whatever you want, baby girl."
I laugh. "I only know you and your friend, mon Monstre. It can't be a big wedding. I'd like it if le Loup could be there though."
He shrugs and starts to fill my plate up with food for me, the care he always shows me warming my heart. He's perfect. The perfect man for me.
"We can hold out until the summer, it's not too far off. She'll be home then and we can try to drag her along. She's not really into that kind of thing."
Ah yes.
The Mounty girl damage he's warned me about. It doesn't matter if she doesn't come, I'd just like to invite her in case she wants to be there with us.
Something catches my eyes at the door and I glance over to find the hearts in jars waiting there. He usually keeps them downstairs, away from where I'd see them everyday. I think he worries I'll fall apart again if I'm reminded of them everyday,
He notices me looking. "They're stacking up, baby girl. I need a new shelf for them all."
To think that there are men out there who buy flowers for their beloved and hope that wins them their love.
Mine brings me hearts.
Chapter Twenty-One
Illi
When I get home for the night, the TV is on which is rare but I guess with me telling her she's not allowed to cook that she’s gotten bored. I move the package and the boxes of pizza from one hand to the other, fumbling around with the keys and the new security system. I swear under my breath at how inept it makes me feel to be juggling all of this bullshit but the smell of the pizza has my stomach rumbling and my girl needed a night off.
"Mon Monstre! You're early!" She calls out from her cocoon on the couch.
I grin at her, loving the excitement in her, and I shuck my jacket off. A quick check of my clothes says I'm blood and dirt free so I stalk right over to her on the couch. She looks warm and safe, happy and fucking pliant.
Perfect.
That's exactly how my girl should always be.
"I got you something, baby girl."
She straightens, carefully and slowly, but her eyes dance in excitement. The fucking joy in her... fuck, maybe killing her last buyer herself was the last piece of the puzzle. The puzzle of putting her back together, not to be the same girl she was before... nah, she's something else entirely now. Strong, confident, assured.
Worshiped like the goddess she is.
"What is it, mon Monstre? You coming home early is enough for me." She murmurs but she's grinning so wide I know I did the right thing stopping off.
My baby girl needed a little something.
I hand over the brown paper bag and wait while she slowly opens it up, carefully sliding her finger underneath the tape like it's a precious resource and not just something the art shop does.
She gasps and my dick stands at a-fucking-ttention.
I'm really fucking into those sounds coming out of her.
Fuck, I need to get my ass into the shower and wash the night off of me because I need to eat her out on the coffee table until she's gasping and clenching around my tongue.
"Mon Monstre! It's beautiful! How- how did you know