Stone Cold K*ller

chapter 17

Sienna Galeon

It didn't take me long to freshen up my face and hair. I decided to let my hair unravel from the braids and let it flow freely. My dark hair now in its natural waves and it reaches to the small of my back. My eyes fixed because I had mascara smugged all down my cheeks.

Nicolai is waiting down by the front door in he's usual black on black suit and tie. Donovon and Dimitri on each side of him wearing casual dark blue denim jeans and deep grey Armani dress shirts. They ar 'twinning' today.

Nico gets a good look at my face once I stand in front of him. His eyes pentrate mine the whole time as if its a staring contest. I stare back with a daring look as if saying 'I can do this staring game all day papi chulo.'

He blinks bemused by my silent challenge.

"Let's go." He mutters, wheeling out the door once Donovon opens it for us.

A different vehicle greets me when we walk down the ramp toward a sleek black car. Donovon walks over to the driver's side assuming he will drive us and Dimitri opens the passenger side for me before pushing the front seat forward. He reaches a hand out to help me settle in.

Taking my seat behind the drivers side seat Dimitri gets in along side me before fixing the passenger seat back for their Pahkan. Dimitri long legs bunched in and knees cramped into the seat in front of him. I guess that's one of the pros to being 5 ft for me.

I watch my soon to be husband help himself by grabbing both his limp legs and place them towards the floor board. He uses his upper arm strength to get the rest of him in. A man is outside the car shutting the door for Nico and grabbing his wheelchair to place it in the trunk of the car, surprised that it would fit in this type of car even while folded.

Donovon starts the car and then we are off. Awkward quietness welcomes me, my nostrils being attacked by aftershave and spicy-woodsy type Cologne fills the small car. The black interior leather squeaking a little by me shifting in my seat. I look over beside me to Dimitri, he is already staring at me with interest like he knows I'm about to start opening my mouth. He would be right.

What is with these made men and their need to have utter silence in their vehicles anyway? "Can we listen to music?" I ask out loud.

Looking at the front I see Donovon smirk in the review mirror and then looked over at Nico, who is staring out his window...Maybe thinking about opening the door and fleeing from the moving car.

What a grumpy old--wait,  "how old are yall?" I ask.

Nicolai grumbles under his breath while Dimitri tells me instead, "Don and I are 36, boss man is fixing to turn 31 in January."

Oh, okay.

So they are ten to fifteenish years older than me. I never thought I'd be soon hitched to an older man but something stirs beneath my heart at the thought of having an older man with more experience has me swooning.

Biting my bottom lip before speaking I ask again, "music, please?"

It was Donovon who reaches for the radio and turns it on, music fills the air.

Anti Hero by Taylor Swift is playing, I squeal in delight and excitement which causes Nico to look over his shoulder at me with a stern 'are you kidding me' glance. I didn't make that stop me from singing though.

"Ah hell yeah!" Dimitri chuckles after I start singing the beginning lyrics. Surprisingly he sings along with me before telling me this was his jam.

"It's me, HI!" He sings while dazzling his hands, his face inches from mine.