My Dirty Sinner

Chapter 97: The Answer Is No

☆Soul☆

I can't believe she thought I wan'ed to make her a DSW! I get her confusion, but seriously? She's mine, and I meant it when I said I di'n't hold out this long to make her DSW. She's fuckin' crazy. I do love hearin' her say she loves me though.

Don't get me wrong, thousands of women 'ave told me they love me or are in love with me, but they're just words. It's somethin' else entirely to hear it from someone you love. It finally gives the word meanin'.

So I take her to our room and bend her over the bottom of the bed and slide right into my new home. This woman owns me, and she still doesn't realize it, but tonight, I'm hopin' to change that. I don't want her to ever doubt how I feel about her. I just 'ave a few things to get in order.

Practicin' with the knives was fun. I enjoyed teasin' her, but when she started to rant about not being able to fend anyone off, I knew she needed me to be serious. She's more than capable, and I will 'ave her ready and able to fight because she does need to be able to protect herself. I do 'ave shit I 'ave to do, so if anyone was to try somethin' I wanna know she's capable of fendin' them off until I get there.

She picked up the throwin' amazin'ly well, she's a natural, and She picked up what I was sayin' about someone comin' at her with one. She wan'ed to practice more, and as Ryder and Blaze would be with me, Doc was the best option. Then I see her absentmindedly touchin' the scar on her side. The one I had Doc stitch up when she first arrived here.

I'm curious to know about it. I want her to be able to talk to me and tell me everythin' she'd been through. Celine keeps tellin' me it will help her heal if she gets it all off her chest, and I 'aven't wan'ed to push, so I ask if she wants to tell me about it. Givin' her the option to tell me or not, and she does. She tells me he lunged at her and stabbed her without her realizin' it, but adrenaline can do that. Then I see her eyes drift away from me, back to that moment.

I take her face in my hands and tell her she overcame it once, and she can do it again because she's stronger than she gives herself credit for. Then I tell her I love her and when she says it back I can help but fuckin' smile. I don't think I'll ever tire of hearin' her say it. I take her to the bar and kiss her after tellin' her not to go anywhere without Doc, then I go and knock on his door.

"Come in." I walk in and he's stitchin' one of the prospects up.

"What d'ya want?" He asks.

"You almost done 'ere?"

"Depends what ya want." He grumbles.

"I just taught Tiny ta throw knives and tried ta demonstrate 'ow ta block an attack. She wants someone to practice with." His eyes light up as he looks at me with a huge grin on his face.

"You're givin' me permission ta teach Babygirl 'ow ta fight?"

"Yeah." I sigh in annoyance.

"Practicin' can sometimes cause injury, are ya gonna fuck me over if she accidentally gets 'urt? Cause I won't 'old back, she needs ta know what it will be like ta 'ave a real attacker -"

"I can't promise I won't knock ya teeth out if it's anythin' bad, but I won't kill ya."

"Ya word?"

"Yeah, yeah. I gi' my word I won't kill ya!" I growl with a roll of my eyes.

"Can I teach 'er ta kill?" He asks, his eyes are like fuckin' saucers. He needs ta get out more.

"Knock yaself out. Teach 'er what ya know. I'll be testin' 'er when I get back. She's at the bar waitin' for ya. So get out there, she's in your care so anythin' 'appens to 'er -" I warn him.