My Dirty Sinner

Chapter 117: Seven weeks

☆Soul☆

Over the next three weeks, everythin' is quiet. No more letters. No visits from the Ruiz's, or any word from The Devils. I don't like it one bit. What are they waitin' for? I just want it dealt with so I can marry the fuck outta my woman and enjoy life.

Tiny has healed and 'as been beggin' me to go over her tattoo when it's completely healed, which Doc tells her will be soon. It's healed amazin'ly, that it just needs a touch-up over the thin scar tissue. So I'm plannin' on surprisin' her soon and doin' it for her. Jamie gave me all the ink, so I'm just waitin' on Doc to give me the go-ahead.

Then there's been her mood. She seems to get really upset over the smallest thing! Like this one time, I walk into the room to see she's moved everythin' into the centre of the room and covered it with a dust sheet. She's standin' by the bathroom wall in a vest and very short fuckin' shorts, a paintbrush in hand, as she paints the wall white.

"Baby. What ya doin'?" I ask her, as I shut the door be'ind me. "Where did ya get all this paint?" I ask as I spot the white she's usin', but also a silver, and black, tipped out in trays ready to be used.

"Katy-ann picked it up for me."

"Okay. Why ya paintin' the room for? It was fine as it was." I step up be'ind her and move my arms around her waist, and kiss her shoulder. I've been busy all mornin'. First, with gettin' the bike to the children's hospital for the charity fundraiser, they're 'avin', then orderin' all the inventory as Tiny said they were runnin' low on some shit, then I 'ad to get the shipment accounted for and bagged up for Stoner and the prospects to start distributin'. I've got about an hour until I 'ave to do more work, and I've fuckin' missed her, so here I am.

"I needed something to do so…"

"Paintin' though? Ya could a -"

"I need to get out of this place, Soul! I know there's something you and Dad aren't telling me, because you've both kept me here! I'm getting cabin fever or something! I -" She starts cryin' and it freaks me out. I mean why is she cryin'? So I turn her in my arms and cup her face so she's lookin' at me.

"Tell me wha's goin' on, love. 'Cause as far as I'm aware, nothin' 'bout your routine 'as changed except me askin' you ta take it easy for a few more days. You've been workin' be'ind the bar, cleanin' a few rooms, 'n' now you've demolished ours ta paint it for whatever reason."

"I needed to do something. You've been gone more and more and… I was gonna go see Mum, but Bouncer said I wasn't allowed to until you, or Dad could take me. Nice try deflecting, but I'm not stupid! Is it Damage? Because you said you wouldn't lie to me -"

"We 'aven't been able to locate 'im or Vic since that night. We got 'em pretty good that we think they're holdin' up somewhere while they lick their wounds. So yeah, we're bein' more cautious." I don't understand these tears, so I wipe them away with my thumbs, and that's not a complete lie. I've hated that I'm not able to tell her, but if she keeps goin' like this, Gus can shoot me, 'cause I'll be tellin' her. "I'll speak ta Bouncer as he should a called or messaged me. But you can always call me 'n' I'll take ya. Ya don't 'ave -"

"You'll drop whatever you're doing -" She starts like she doesn't believe me.

"I'd drop everythin'. You come first, Tiny." The tears stop and desire takes over. It's crazy mood swings like this that I don't understand. I may 'ave to speak with Doc. Maybe it's a side effect from what 'appened, with stress on top of it. "What d'ya wanna do, Tiny? I 'ave an hour before I need ta go ta the tech room. Ya wanna go see your mom, we'll go. Ya wanna go out ta the store or somewhere -"

"Take your clothes off?" She asks bitin' her lip, makin' me smirk.

"As you wish." I grin and take my cut off. She takes it and slips it in a drawer for me. I think nothin' of it, too excited about buryin' myself inside her, and not 'avin' to leave this room when I just wanna be with her. Then I strip out of the rest, as she moves over to the paint trays to take them off the bed. I turn expectin' to find her naked, and ready for me. What I don't expect is to 'ave the tray of black tipped over my head. "What the fuck, Kyara!" I snap, pushin' it back so it doesn't drip in my face, which luckily seems to mainly be down my back anyway, as she laughs, tippin' the silver over her head, so it drips down her back. What the actual fuck!? She pushes at my chest until my back hits her freshly painted wall. I'm about to growl at her and go to the bathroom when she kisses me.