"I was safe the entire time, wasn't I?" Katie slowly asks, "I'm not trying to be cocky or anything, I'm just asking."
Lane rolls his eyes as if it should already be obvious, looking back out onto the damp woods in annoyance. "What do you...
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The three black Cadillac's come to a stop in front of a warehouse at the shady part of Cheshire. Axel nods to Lane in the rear view mirror, his lips pursed. The crime lord nods back, looking down at his lover sleeping in his arms.
Oh I hate to wake her. Lane's eyes soften at her, his lips pursing. I told her not to fall asleep in our way here.
The crime lord shakes his beloved in his arms, staring down at her as if she were a helpless infant. The blonde's brows furrow, softly groaning. Her lips pouty.
"Katie, Baby," Lane brushes the back of his hand against her cheek, "you need to wake up."
"Mmmm!" Katie's face scrunches, burying into his chest.
The blue eyed man sighs heavily, throwing back his head. His hand firmly smacks his lover's bottom, making her jolt wide awake. Katie lets out a yelp and looks up at her lover, seeing the smug smirk on his face. She narrows her eyes at him.
"I was sleeping." Katie says in annoyance.
"We're here." Lane's tells her softly, finding her crabbiness adorable.
"Okay." She shrugs, "You go and I'll stay here and nap."
"Not going to happen." The crime lord says firmly, "I'm not going to give anyone the chance to take off with you again. Your cute ass stays within reaching distance of me."
The blonde whines, grumbling as she sits up straighter. Lane grabs her chin and gives her a look full of warning.
"If you don't behave, I'll have to bend you over my knee and teach you a lesson." A light flickers in Lane's eyes, a devilish smile dancing his lips. "And I'll do it with pleasure."
Katie frowns, pouting. Lane's devilish smile softens at her childlike expression. He kisses the crown of her forehead and opens the Cadillac door, stepping out. He blue eyed man holds the door out for her, offering the blonde his hand. As Katie's takes her lovers hand, she's quickly pulled out of the black Cadillac to her feet. She grabs his biceps to keep herself from falling. Lane closes the door and joins his gang that stands 10 feet from the warehouse doors.
Feeling the chill of the early spring air, Katie's small hand slips between Lane's bicep and upper ribcage. Her small hand gently holds onto the part of his bicep just above the crook of his toned arm. Lane smirks at her gentle touch, how she clings to him like a child.
"You should have brought a jacket like I told you." The crime lord smirks, his blue eyed focused forward.
The blonde rolls her eyes, grinning. "Then I wouldn't have an excuse to hold onto you."
