“Well, Mrs. Ryan, I own a security company, and I have the skills to hack into places to see how to protect them. It’s easier than it looks.”
“Wow. You’re fucking crazy. Another crazy man in my life,” she sighs.
“Yes, but I’m not murderously crazy. That’s unless someone hurts you, then no one will stop me from doing what I have to do.
“I can deal with that because I love you, Micah.”
“Finally. I’m madly in love with you, woman.”
“Finally? We’ve only known each other for five days.”
“I’ve been in love, obsessed since I jumped out of the limo.”
“So how long have we actually been married?”
“Four days.”
“Four days? I’m married to a mad man.”
“Damn right. Now, I’m going to take you to Harry Winston’s, and then we’re going to spend the next two days in bed, enjoying each other, making plans for our honeymoon.”
“Oh, my goodness. Your mother is going to flip.”
“Well, hopefully, not for long when you’re pregnant.”
“Explain this,” my mother hisses. She’s holding her tablet up with the headline from TMZ Tech Mogul, Micah Ryan is Married.
“It’s not wrong.”
“What do you mean you’re married?” my mother screeches over the video chat.
“I couldn’t wait. Now can you open the door, so you can meet your daughter-in-law in person?”
A second later, I hear her feet hitting the floor in a full gallop before stopping, and I’m sure she’s taking a deep breath and straightening her clothes. She opens the door with a wide grin, seeing my lovely Violet shying away.
“Come here. I have a daughter!” She squeals, dragging my wife into her arms. Violet grunts softly.
“Mother, she’s been in an accident recently.”
“Oh my. I forgot.” She pulls away, but holds onto Violet’s hands and admires her beauty. “Micah, you did so well. Violet, you are absolutely radiant.”
“Are you going to let them come in, woman?” I hear Stanton grumble from the hallway.
“Oh my. Where are my manners?” She blushes as if she’s completely embarrassed, but I know my mother and don’t believe that for a moment. We go inside, and I close the door, laughing as she drags Violet into the living room.
“Good job, Micah. Your mother was just about to fly down there. I had to stop her three times today. So how is everything with her brother?”
“He’s not her brother anymore. He’s going away for murder, confessing to at least six for the past six years.” We go into his study, and he pours me a drink.
Handing it to me, he nods. “That’s good. He shouldn’t ever see the light of day again.”
“No, he shouldn’t, but the murders were just the tip of the iceberg.” I toss back the whiskey, letting the burn ease the violent need to end her brother. “Violet was his next target. He’d left the body in her bed, waiting for her to come home. The bastard planned to knock her out, then carry her to her apartment and finish the job. He’d confessed that much. I could have lost her if I hesitated a moment longer.”
The revelation has been sitting heavy on my chest since this morning. I met privately with the detectives who played the tape for me. We thought it best that she never know that he planned to kill her. I don’t need her living with the fear of what could have happened. It’s going to haunt me for the rest of my days.
“She’s safe. Her brother can’t touch her ever again. Now, treat Violet like a queen and make some grandbabies before your mother drives us both crazy.”
“I’m working on it. Trust me, I’m working on it.”
Epilogue
Micah
Almost Nine Months Later
I end the call, feeling on cloud motherfucking nine. Her brother’s sentencing took place today: Death. I’m sure his lawyers will fight the death penalty, but as long as that fucker never sees the light of day, I’m satisfied.
“Sir, everything is set up,” Andrew, my personal assistant says, handing me my coat. After firing Jones, my lawyer filed a suit against them and they since dropped all attempts to fuck with me.
We’re having a baby shower for Violet today. It was supposed to be a secret, but she started crying last week saying she didn’t have friends or family so she’d never have a baby shower like she saw on television. I had to tell my woman the truth because I couldn’t take her tears.
“Great. I’m on my way now. Is Violet there?”
“Yes. Your mother and father took her there.”
“Fantastic.”
Twenty minutes later I walk inside the gardens to see my wife smiling. “This is beautiful,” Violet says, twirling around in her pale green sundress that lifts, giving me a peek at her round ass. I groan, hating that I have to suffer through a baby shower my mother put together at the botanical gardens where we booked the place for the entire day. She got pregnant from our first night, or so we believe. Many of the flowers are blooming, just like my wife. She looks terrific, and I’m forever grateful that she stepped in front of my limo.
“What are you groaning on about, boy? You didn’t let me have a wedding.”
“Mother, it has nothing to do with the baby shower. Besides, you’ve had two of your own, and I want to surprise Violet with a wedding on the day we met, so continue with the plans.”
“Oh,” she squeals, causing Violet to turn around.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, sugar, but if you’re going to wear that dress, you’re going to need some shorts or some leggings because your ass is showing.”
“What? Oh no. I didn’t realize it.” She blushes because she’s full of shit. She knew it showed too much because she wants her ass tanned.
I walk up to her and whisper in her ear, “Little liar. You’re racking up the ass whoopings after the baby is born.”
“I know. I miss your hand on my ass.” I rub my hand over her ass, cupping it and then giving her the gentlest tap, massaging it.
“I need you, Micah.” The party starts in ten minutes, but I grab my wife and steal her away into the bathrooms.
“Let’s check this off our lists.”
“For sure, my man. I love you. Now fuck me.” I drive into her from behind as she leans on the sink.
“I love you, too, Mrs. Ryan. Come for me.” I reach around and strum her pussy and feel her come apart in my hand, and on my cock with two more pumps, I come hard.
“By the way, this isn’t the first time we fucked in a public bathroom. Remember on our honeymoon?”
“Yes, but this is the first time we did it with guests waiting for us.”
“Good. We need a bunch more.”
“All of our firsts,” I growl in her mouth, loving this woman has made me so happy.
“Okay, I’ll get my spandex shorts out of my purse.”
“You brought extra clothes.” I swat her ass a little rough.
“Yes,” she moans.
“Bad girl.”