was. I’d never get the hang of this. “We didn’t do it?”
“You’ve never played putt putt, ” he mumbles. “That prick.”
“I’m playing now, ” I point out. “So did we do it?”
Pulling me into his arms he doesn’t answer me, he just stares. “Monarch?”
“Quiet, ” he says closing his eyes. “What else? ” he asks. “What else did he steal from you?”
“Let’s go, ” I offer losing the buzz to golf anymore.
“What else did he steal from you, Cinn? Have you had any fucking life at all?”
Before I can speak, he throws a hand up and announces, “We’re doing all of it. Every God damn thing you’ve been denied. Every fucking day we try something new, don’t you even hold out on me. You name it, we do it. Christ! Under lock and key, fucking prick.”
At a loss at what to say, I did know this was the first time I’ve ever seen him this angry. He was angry for me and I liked it, so I asked, “When we get home, would you show me the pool?”
Visibly relaxing he says, “Yeah, I’ll show you the pool, ” before grabbing his club and moving us to the next hole. For the next thirty minutes or so he took up residency behind me and together we pretended to give a shit about the game. As for me, the only thing I gave a shit about was getting him naked.
Back in the Tahoe, we drive in silence and I felt him getting angrier with every mile. Taking my hand, we only had to address Ransom as he pulled me toward the pool.
Even then he growled and I loved it.
“Boss, ” Ransom says eye balling the estimate. “Forty g’s for a fucking pool? You sure she even likes to swim? ” The answer to this was no, I wasn’t sure but I was fairly sure most people did, in fact, like to swim. Per the terms of our agreement I would be free to come for her in thirty days. When she came home I wanted her to have a fucking pool. A heated pool. A pool that she could strip down and float in whenever she fucking felt like it. I also had the kitchen upgraded, our suite finished by an interior decorator and toilet seats that went down on their own. When Cinn came home I wanted her to have exactly that, a home.
It didn’t matter that I already knew she hasn’t experienced life, but seeing her excitement over a fucking game of miniature golf sent me into a tailspin. We had a God damn deal. He was supposed to raise her and teach teach her shit while I got this business off the ground. He did neither. In fact, if he did anything it was stunt her. If that motherfucker wasn’t dead yet, I was considering doing it tonight with my bare hands.
There was a time I respected Savage. But that respect went out the window the day we found Cinn. He never should have taken her but back then I wasn’t in a position to stop him. Then again, the second I saw her I didn’t want to stop him. Taking her hand and leading her to the pool, I don’t even speak to Ransom but she did and he soaked that shit up. All she said was hello and that she sucked at miniature golf but you’d think she told him she loved him.
Opening the door, I move her ahead of me so she can take it in.
Standing there, she looks. And looks and looks. “What’s wrong? ” I ask her wondering if my shit mood was affecting hers.
“I don’t know how to swim, ” she says simply. “And I know shit about pools but I’m thinking this one’s clutch. ” She wasn’t pouting or complaining about not having a pool, just stating fact.
“Would you like to learn? ” I manage to ask her.
“Yes, okay no. Well maybe, ” she says squeezing my hand. “I need to think on it. Your pool is intimidating. Okay you know what, I don’t need to learn how to swim. Ever.”
“Cinn, ” leaning in, I get eye to eye with her. “You’re learning to swim.”
“I’m afraid, ” she whispers for my ears only.
“Trust me?”
“You? Yes. Absolutely. ”
“Good, wait here.”
Escorting her to a chair, I call for Ransom. Before I tore this place apart, I
“You’ve never played putt putt, ” he mumbles. “That prick.”
“I’m playing now, ” I point out. “So did we do it?”
Pulling me into his arms he doesn’t answer me, he just stares. “Monarch?”
“Quiet, ” he says closing his eyes. “What else? ” he asks. “What else did he steal from you?”
“Let’s go, ” I offer losing the buzz to golf anymore.
“What else did he steal from you, Cinn? Have you had any fucking life at all?”
Before I can speak, he throws a hand up and announces, “We’re doing all of it. Every God damn thing you’ve been denied. Every fucking day we try something new, don’t you even hold out on me. You name it, we do it. Christ! Under lock and key, fucking prick.”
At a loss at what to say, I did know this was the first time I’ve ever seen him this angry. He was angry for me and I liked it, so I asked, “When we get home, would you show me the pool?”
Visibly relaxing he says, “Yeah, I’ll show you the pool, ” before grabbing his club and moving us to the next hole. For the next thirty minutes or so he took up residency behind me and together we pretended to give a shit about the game. As for me, the only thing I gave a shit about was getting him naked.
Back in the Tahoe, we drive in silence and I felt him getting angrier with every mile. Taking my hand, we only had to address Ransom as he pulled me toward the pool.
Even then he growled and I loved it.
“Boss, ” Ransom says eye balling the estimate. “Forty g’s for a fucking pool? You sure she even likes to swim? ” The answer to this was no, I wasn’t sure but I was fairly sure most people did, in fact, like to swim. Per the terms of our agreement I would be free to come for her in thirty days. When she came home I wanted her to have a fucking pool. A heated pool. A pool that she could strip down and float in whenever she fucking felt like it. I also had the kitchen upgraded, our suite finished by an interior decorator and toilet seats that went down on their own. When Cinn came home I wanted her to have exactly that, a home.
It didn’t matter that I already knew she hasn’t experienced life, but seeing her excitement over a fucking game of miniature golf sent me into a tailspin. We had a God damn deal. He was supposed to raise her and teach teach her shit while I got this business off the ground. He did neither. In fact, if he did anything it was stunt her. If that motherfucker wasn’t dead yet, I was considering doing it tonight with my bare hands.
There was a time I respected Savage. But that respect went out the window the day we found Cinn. He never should have taken her but back then I wasn’t in a position to stop him. Then again, the second I saw her I didn’t want to stop him. Taking her hand and leading her to the pool, I don’t even speak to Ransom but she did and he soaked that shit up. All she said was hello and that she sucked at miniature golf but you’d think she told him she loved him.
Opening the door, I move her ahead of me so she can take it in.
Standing there, she looks. And looks and looks. “What’s wrong? ” I ask her wondering if my shit mood was affecting hers.
“I don’t know how to swim, ” she says simply. “And I know shit about pools but I’m thinking this one’s clutch. ” She wasn’t pouting or complaining about not having a pool, just stating fact.
“Would you like to learn? ” I manage to ask her.
“Yes, okay no. Well maybe, ” she says squeezing my hand. “I need to think on it. Your pool is intimidating. Okay you know what, I don’t need to learn how to swim. Ever.”
“Cinn, ” leaning in, I get eye to eye with her. “You’re learning to swim.”
“I’m afraid, ” she whispers for my ears only.
“Trust me?”
“You? Yes. Absolutely. ”
“Good, wait here.”
Escorting her to a chair, I call for Ransom. Before I tore this place apart, I
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