Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
“I know you will.” I want him to know I believe he will fix things inside of me I didn’t know were even broken. I can only hope I can give him that too.
“She’s getting it,” he groans, thrusting again and giving me what I want so badly.
He’s also giving me the most perfect Valentine’s Day a girl could ever want. He’s giving me every part of him and all of his love. There’s nothing else I want more.
Sixteen
ROCCO
“Mrs. Honey, this is Rocco,” Lizzy says as she squeezes my arm and looks up at me with so much pride in her eyes.
She doesn’t look at me like I’ve been in jail or done some things that might scare people away. She looks at me like I’ve created heaven on earth just for her and she’s never been happier.
“These are for you,” I say, holding out a bouquet of roses. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“You’re not only handsome but a charmer, too,” Mrs. Honey says, surprising me. “You remind me of my late husband Edward. He was a bear of a man.”
This sweet old lady eyes me up and down like I’m a piece of meat and I’m not ashamed to say I have to take a small step back.
“Mrs. Honey, if you think he’s good looking you might need to get that prescription checked,” Mike says as he comes up behind her and puts his arm on her shoulder. His pregnant wife Sherry is on the couch behind him with her hands on her belly.
I explained to Lizzy that Mike was in it from the beginning and had befriended Mrs. Honey. They were all keeping an eye on my girl, and I owe them big time. I thought she’d be upset that everyone around her was in on the secret, but I think she was touched that so many people were trying to keep her safe. She is loved by everyone that meets her, and I knew the more people with eyes on her the better. She understood and I’m thankful she wasn’t too pissed at me. I promised her to never do it again, but I don’t plan on letting her more than five feet from me ever again.
“I think her eyesight is just perfect,” Lizzy says as she leans up against me.
“Come in and have some cake,” Mrs. Honey says as she puts the roses in water, and then we walk into the living room. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. I didn’t have a chance before you were sent away.”
“I’m just glad you’re okay,” I say, sitting down across from her and taking her hands into mine. “I’m so grateful for you looking after my Lizzy for me. And I’m so sorry you got caught up in all this.”
“The doctors told me it was a mild poisoning and I’m lucky that my senses are still so sharp that I knew something was wrong with my tea. I only had a sip before I spit it out.”
“We found out that the Conners did it to try and intimidate Lizzy. They were hoping to isolate her so that she didn’t have anyone around her to see her go missing,” Mike says, and I close my eyes at his words.
“Thank god you’re alright,” Lizzy says as she places her hands on top of ours. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” She sniffs and it pulls at my heart.
“There’s still a lot of life left in me, sweet girl, so dry those tears.”
I don’t want Lizzy to hear these things, but I know she needs to. It’s important for her to understand how much danger she was in and how lucky everyone is that we’re all okay. I wish I could have been the one to take down that family, but I guess I had a hand in all of it. I was in prison long enough to find their enemies and make some deals. Some of those guys were in there for petty crimes and I’ve got jobs waiting on them when they get out.
I glance over at Mike’s shirt and smile at the logo. One day I’ll tell Lizzy about LR Construction and how the company was made for us, Lizzy and Rocco, from day one until the end of time. It’s been a whirlwind since I got home late last night and there’s still so much to talk about. But we’ve got forever in front of us and there’s nothing that can stand in our way.
“Oh my god, Lizzy!” Mrs. Honey shouts as she grabs her hand.
Lizzy blushes, holding her hand out so she can inspect the new piece of jewelry adorning her ring finger.
“Is this what I think it is?” Mrs. Honey says as she smiles between us.
“It is,” I answer, rubbing my hand down Lizzy’s back and resting it on her hip.