The Henchmen's Officer [ M/M]

23 - Chapter Twenty-Three - Sasha Dean's Point Of View.

We stopped to get food before we did anything else. Ryer got us burgers and fries and onion rings. Halfway through the onion rings, and the spicy dipping sauce, Ryer was hunting the bag for a straw.

"You going to live?"

"Can you get me a straw from the glove compartment?"

"Yeah, hold on."

I opened the compartment and had to move his handgun out of the way to get a straw. The safety was on.

"This loaded?"

"No, there's another loaded clip under the seat, I don't keep that shit loaded in there," Ryer said as he took the straw from me.

I closed the glove compartment like I hadn't seen a damn thing. After all, that wasn't any of my business. He drank down a good half of his drink before I poked fun at him.

"Accent like that and you can't handle spicy food?"

"I fucking hate spicy food."

I snorted. I was wheezing by the time I had stopped laughing about the fact he had a southern accent but hated spicy food, that didn't seem right to me.

"Laugh it up, Sasha." He said pointing a fry at me.

"I'm was, now I'm just trying to breathe..., Holy fuck it hurts to breathe."

"Karma, you little motherfucker."

"Stop, It hurts to laugh." I panted.

Ryer watched me well eating french fries. Finally, once I was able to breathe again, he passed me a burger, and we chatted well we ate.

Tossing the trash into the bag it came with Ryer took it to the closet trash can and I watched his every move. The only thing I kept thinking about was Alexi saying that the feelings only get worse. Right now, I was feeling comfortable with Ryer. But if I even thought about him being in some kind of danger it did something deep in my stomach.

Ryer climbed back into the SUV and turned to me.

"Where all do you need to go?"

"Just a few places. But we can do what you need to first."

"Alright. But then where do you want to go after?"

"I need some shit for my new office and I want to order a few things from the office and computer store. After that, I want to stop at the auto place and pick up some oil for Andrei."

"Alright."

Ryer drove with only one hand on the wheel, and the other was resting on his leg. The thought of slipping my hand into his was there, but it seemed a little much, so I didn't. I readjusted myself in the seat so that I could sit with my legs crossed under me. It was comfortable and lifted my back up a little more.

"Sasha it's not safe to sit like that."

"Says the one only driving with one hand on the wheel."

"That is completely different."

"Hmm, I see no difference."

He pulled into the grocery store and parked somewhere in the middle of the parking lot. Pulling my feet out from under me; I was the first one out of the SUV. I waited for Ryer, and once he locked the SUV, we started walking towards the store.

I knew by the end of the day; I was going to need to medicate. It was a lot of walking and it would take a toll on my spine. I had an appointment at the medical hospital at six weeks, three months and six months. Ryer said he wouldn't be surprised if at a year they wanted to have a look again, and every few years after that. Ryer grabbed a cart when we got through the doors. He left me with the cart well he went to grab something from the junk food section. That seemed like a good idea to him I was sure of it, but I had one mentality. If I wanted it, I was getting it.