we've been alone before," I told him.
"Yeah dad, he wouldn't even kiss me for the first month," Lillian added. I glared at her, she really didn't have to say that. Isaiah laughed. I turned my glare to him.
"A gentleman eh?" He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, I guess you can go," he said begrudgingly. Lillian smiled a smile so bright I thought I'd go blind by it. I could tell she was extremely excited and I smiled because of it. Then I mentally scowled when I figured out inside I was truly happy that she was so happy. She was just a girl. Just a stupid pretty girl who I was going to kill.
"Lil, I want you to take my gun, just in case," Isaiah told her. Her eyes got wide.
"Dad, I can't just carry a gun with me," she protested.
"You have a license, and you're going to carry one or you can't go," he said in an authoritive tone.
"It's okay Lillian, a lot of people carry guns in the city," I reasoned with her. She didn't look happy but she sighed and nodded. Isaiah went to get his gun. She turned to me and hugged me, leaning against my body. I hung my arms loosely around her waist.
"Thank you so much," she said, nuzzling my chest. I smiled and kissed her head.
"You're welcome. You're going to love it," I told her. She reached up to give me a chaste kiss. Again I was struck by how odd it was to be in an actual relationship. I don't think I've ever just kissed a girl. It's always been a heated make out session with lots of touching. But I kind of liked it, a little bit. And Lil was so cute reaching up her pretty little mouth to kiss me. It was official, I was turning into a sap.
"I'm just going to go pack an overnight bag. Do I need anything in particular?" She asked. I grinned.
"Lingerie, skimpy clothes, and a naughty nurse's costume?" I said jokingly. She looked at me open mouthed for a minute before laughing and hitting my arm.
"Get real," she said with a roll of her eyes. I sighed dramatically.
"Okay, it was worth a shot. A bathing suit, my apartment complex has a pool and hot tub. Other than that, just clothes and whatever else you girls need for every day."
"Can I bring my camera?" She asked with bright eyes.
"Of course not," I told her sarcastically.
"Thank you," she said and ran upstairs to get her things together. I sat down on the couch to wait. Isaiah came up from downstairs with a gun in his hands. He looked at me before taking a seat in the chair across from the couch.
"Alright Decklin, I'm still not sure about her being in the city, there are some bad people up in that area. But what I am sure about is that you'll be able to take care of my daughter. I trust her with you, which is a big thing because she's my little girl and I don't trust people easily. So if she comes back with a scratch on her, I won't hesitate to beat you to a pulp. I may be old, but I'm still strong," he said seriously. I didn't doubt him. I had read his file. He was the one who was sent to get the toughest of our crew. He did a thorough job too.
"I understand Sir," I told him. He nodded and handed me the gun.
"Make sure she gets that, will you?" And then he walked away.
Lillian came down with a surprisingly small bag. I was under the impression that all women needed two suitcases to go anywhere even if it was just for the night. But like in everything else, Lillian surprised me. She was truly one of a kind.
"Ready to go?" I asked with a smile.
"More than ready," she replied. I took her hand and walked her to the car. Once we were in I gave her the gun.
"Your dad wanted me to make sure you got this," I told her. She sighed and stuffed it in her purse after making sure the safety was on. She gave me a small smile and we were off.
The road trip there was fun. We talked a lot and listened to loud music. It was cute, when she sang she kind of turned away from me, facing the window and lowered her voice like she was shy. I smiled at that.
"Oh come on, belt it out! No need to be shy," I said laughing. She blushed and
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