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"You'd pay to get out of trouble just like all of your family." His disdain for my family, me included, had been clear.

"What makes you hate them so much?" Elena asked him, trying to keep him talking. Good girl. He lowered his gun slightly, giving me the opening I needed.

I made a slow movement in hopes he would think I was trying to get closer to her, which he bought. Then I lunged at him, gripping him from around the waist. He still got off a round but underestimated my strength and the power of kickback. He dropped the gun as he crashed to the ground hitting his head on the corner trim of the wall.

Just then, the police busted through the door. I was sinking my fist into the bastard’s face for the third time when three officers pulled me off of him.

“Dexter, calm down. He’s out cold.”

“He should be dead,” I gritted through my teeth, fear and adrenaline still running wild.

“Then we should have come in a minute later,” one officer remarked.

“Yes. But if you don’t get a hold of my uncle before I do, he will be dead.”

“We’ve already sent someone to pick him up. We’re pretty sure we can get this piece of shit to testify against him.”

“Thanks,” I said taking Elena in my arms.

“Oh no, where’s Bruno?”

“I don’t know. You sit here and I’ll go look for him.” I went into her room and heard some scratching. I thought he was in the bathroom so I opened the door, but he wasn’t in there. I was about to walk out when something on the sink caught my eye. I picked it up and smiled like a madman.

The scratching continued—he was in the closet. Opening it, Bruno ran out of the room. I walked back into the living room and there he was in Elena’s arms.

We were back where we belonged—our home. It was late, and I knew that nothing was going to be resolved tonight. Sleep was more important. I carried her back to bed and we laid there all night. Her body wrapped around mine, tense and shaking.

“I’m sorry, Elena. I’m right here. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“You could have died,” she sobbed out, crying against my chest. I knew then that I hadn’t lost her completely. If she were angry with me, I could handle that, but leaving me would be crushing. I just laid there in bed through the night, unable to fall asleep. My mind had been wandering to life with my uncle. In the several years that I’d lived with him, I never felt any true affection from him. If my father hadn’t been to blame for the accident, I might have thought my uncle had a hand in it. 

He received some of my inheritance to look after me all those years and that I couldn’t complain about, or I would have been shuffled off somewhere else and my father’s company disbanded and sold. My mind swirled around with possible reasons for his need to have me killed. Besides claiming my inheritance, there was nothing else. Although, he had no idea that my money went to Kim and her family as well as several charitable organizations unless I had a wife and or child. Both of which would be happening in the very near future. I could have lost both of them today. Damn.

Fuck!
I jumped out of bed and stared out the window looking for answers. Rage and pain struck me hard. Since she and I got together, I hadn’t had a sleepless night. That all changed now. I didn’t know how long I’d been staring out the window before I felt her slender arms around my waist, her hands on my chest with her head against my spine.

“Do you want to talk about it right now?” she murmured against my back.

I turned around to face her. “Which it?” We had so much to talk about, so much I needed to make up for.

Elena pressed her hands against my cheeks making me look her in the eyes. “We can’t change what happened that night of the accident. It wasn’t either of our faults, but I can’t stop loving you because the perpetrator changed sides. While I watched Jeffers with that gun on you, I wanted to die in your place. For as hurt as I was that you hid the truth from me, I understand now why you didn’t want to tell me. You didn’t want to lose me. But don’t ever lie to me again. You understand?”

“Never again,” I agreed.

“Your uncle. How are you handling it?”

“Truthfully, I should have seen something like this coming. I need to tell you something about that night on the road. It was my fault we were there, and I don’t think my uncle ever forgave me for losing his brother.”

“How could it be your fault? You weren’t the driver, and they were the adults.”

“It wasn’t until I saw the real report that that night flashed through my head. I’d gotten in trouble earlier for asking my father too many questions about what he was drinking. I knew better not to disturb him, but I did it anyway. Well, as punishment, he made me drink a glass of the vodka he poured. I remember it burning my insides. Then he threatened me about learning my place and to never question him again. I got sick later on that night and started burning up with a high fever and the chills. The nanny came in the room and could smell the alcohol through my pores and told my mother something. It was then that the same memory starts. My mother is yelling at him to take me to the hospital, but I keep blacking out and would wake up dazed. The last time it happened was when he crashed.”

“That wasn’t your fault for shit. Your father was a total bastard.”

“Yes, he was. I think I blocked that memory from my head because I wanted to remember the successful man he was. Not the man who made me feel like a waste of space.”

“I’m sorry, Dex. A parent should never punish a child like that. It was criminal, and you getting sick wasn’t your doing. Your mother stepped up to the plate and made him do the right thing even if it was a little too late. Damn. I thought my childhood sucked, but my foster parents were never mean to me; poor, but never mean.”

“It’s okay because I would go through it all over again just to be with you. I’m sorry you lost your father.”

“See, being my hero and saying shit like that is what keeps me from being mad at you.”

“So, do you forgive me wholeheartedly?” The need for redemption and forgiveness was choking me.

“Yes. I do.” I closed my eyes as relief washed over me.

“Good, then I think some makeup sex is in order.” I took off her tee shirt and panties, slipped off my boxers, then flipped her and pressed her breasts against the cool glass. I was certain her nipples pebbled from the touch. No one could see through the windows, so I decided to take her this way. Feeling riled up from an adrenaline-filled day, I was ready to come hard and fast.

“Wow, this is high up,” she whispered with a tinge of fear in her throat.

“It’s going to be fine. I want you to hold onto my love and know that I can’t live without you. Let’s enjoy the ride,” I commanded before thrusting up into her from behind. Her pussy was soaked with need. I slowly rocked into her depths pressing her hard and steady against the glass.

My hand gripped her waist while the other held onto her throat, showing her my strength and letting her feel safe from falling. Even with the air conditioning on, sweat coated our bodies as we fucked against the glass. Something forbidden and dangerous made this all the more insane. We ground our bodies together until we were chanting each others names simultaneously.

“Elena,” I roared.

“Dex,” she shouted.

I filled her up with my seed thinking about what I saw in the bathroom that she must have forgotten about in all the chaos. She was carrying my baby in her belly. There was no way I was letting her go now. This week we were getting married. I was going to be a father, and I had to prove that I’d be the best father a child could ever have.

A few days later, we had a wedding in the courthouse with my assistant and Elena’s adoptive parents. The service was followed by a walk in the park for just us two. That was when Michael Cole came up to us and asked if he could take a few pictures. This was actually perfect. I knew what to do with the photos once they were done.

Two days later, I woke up my little pregnant siren with a kiss.

“Here, beloved. I got a special gift for us today.”

She smiled warmly and unwrapped the box. Inside the box was the frame she noticed before, but this time, it was a picture of us. I’d cherish this photo forever.

Three years later...

"Elena! Elena. Woman, where are you?" I called out walking into the house.

“I’m coming, Dex.” She came bouncing down the steps like she was about to burst with our next kid. Elena had on a tiny dress that hugged her breasts, pushing her cleavage into her throat and sending the blood away from my brain. It only went to mid-thigh and had a wavy bounce to it.

“What are you doing running down the stairs, and what the fuck are you wearing?” I asked in a roar. Shocked that she was had on a dress to begin with. I’d never seen her in one before. Being in public with her scars was too much for her, but I guess not anymore.

“I wasn’t running. I don’t think I have it in me. Besides, I thought you’d like it.” She actually seemed hurt.

“We’re not going out with you dressed like that. No, no, no.” I shook my head because that wasn’t going to fly.

“Is it because of my leg? Are the scars too ugly to take me dancing?” There came the paranoia. I had it on occasion too, but she hadn’t voiced her concern about her appearance in a long time.

“Fuck, no. You know I find you perfect. I just don’t want any other dick looking at you. And trust me, in that dress you look so sexy, no man would ignore it—especially every time you move.”

“I look like a whale.” Typical pregnant woman. I learned that they felt fat particularly around other women when they were carrying a kid. She was beautiful and would always be that way to me even if she kept the baby weight on.

“You sure as hell don’t. Men find a beautiful woman with curves like yours and a round pregnant belly sexy as fuck. It’s something in them. I read up on that shit the last time you were pregnant and I almost knocked the sales clerk on his ass.”

“He did tell me I was sexy, but I see the way women look at you like you’re food and they’re starving. Thirsty bitches.”

“Yeah, until they see the other side. Not that I care anyway. I didn’t find anything special in any woman until I met you. You’re the one and only. Besides, do you think we’ll get out of the limo with you dressed in that dress? I’ll have you on all fours fucking you all night.”

“I think that’s an excellent way to spend date night,” she suggested wagging her eyebrows at me.

“Yes, it is, but you wanted to go out without the kids. So Kim’s keeping them for us,” I reminded her, even though sex in the limo sounded fantastic.

“We’d have more date nights if we trusted more people with our kids.” Since my uncle had been convicted of solicitation of attempted murder and embezzlement, we haven’t been able to let people in our small circle. We had two boys within the first two years and this one was following the same schedule. It was like clockwork, so precise.

“Yeah, but the few that we trust have their own kids.” Cole became my friend over the years ever since the pictures in the park. I was still jealous when it came to him talking to Elena. Once he got married, then maybe I wouldn’t be jealous as much. He was the only one without kids and also didn’t have a clue on how to change diapers and shit like that.

“Okay, well let’s get going.”

“Are you going to change?” I asked her when she started moving toward the door.

“Nope.”

“Okay, I warned your ass,” I growled at her rubbing my hard-on against her ass.

“Whatever. Threatening dirty limo sex sounds so terrible. Should I just leave my panties here? I can’t have you shredding them all.”

“No smart ass, but you should keep a spare.”

“Got it covered,” she said pulling another pair out of her purse. Ha. I was just kidding but fuck it.

“Let’s get moving,” I said rushing her out the door.

“So how were the kids when you dropped them off?” I left her here to get ready while I dropped them off.

“They were great. Happy and ready for bed.”

“Good. Take me out, Mr. Price.”

“Gladly,” I said with a dirty grin. This night was only just beginning; although, I had a feeling that the only dancing we’d be doing would be horizontal.

We headed out to the limo with plans to go dancing in the city. It was nice to have a home out in the suburbs of Seattle. We could have space without the hustle and bustle of the city. It was such a difference. I loved the noise outside when I could look at it from my tower before. But once I found her, I only wanted a world of just us. The noise and life outside intruded upon that. Then we had the boys and they were enough noise for the both of us. Moving to a place for them to play all day in the sun was the best decision I’d made since I hunted down Elena.

I still worked at my office, but only thirty-five hours a week. My sweet Elena took to charity work like a boss. We opened up an orphanage named in her father’s honor. She handled the setup and the special events for it. She was magnificent. Damn! And she looked stunning.

Once we got in the limo, I told the driver to take his time getting to the dance studio I was taking her to tonight. We used to dance at home but never went out dancing because she refused to wear dresses that flowed; she wanted to hide her scars. Her confidence now was where it should have been all this time, but I didn’t care for the tiny dresses. She was a goddess and sexy clothes only added to her natural, sensual allure.

When she got in the car, I saw the bottom of her ass. I let out a growl and then spun her quickly, pinning her to the seat. Leaning over my lovely wife, I kissed her while I grabbed her ass.

“I can see your ass in this. If I can see your ass, so can anyone else. I love you but you need to change.”

“Can we, at least, have some limo sex first?” She gave me a pout, looking unbearably sexy. I kissed her lips and worked my way down her body, dropping between her thighs.

“Hell yeah,” I agreed before worshiping my queen while on my knees.

THE END