Page 6 of Falcon

Kenz pops her head around the door. “I’m running a bath and when I’m done soaking, I expect nice food. Then I’m going to sleep and in the morning, we’ll have a short chat with my brothers before I leave with them.”

I take one step in the direction of the bathroom, but she’s already shut the door. Gritting my teeth, I decide to give her the privacy she wants. Grabbing a chair, I take a seat at the dining table and reach for the laptop. Once I’ve booted up the system, I check my recipes and decide what to put on the table.

Choosing the recipe for cheeseburger bombs, I open the fridge and start to pick out the stuff I need. Ground beef, different kinds of cheese, garlic, onion powder, salt and pepper, dough, and butter. I roll my shoulders and crack my neck by moving my head left and right. Calmness settles, the way it always does, when I get my hands busy.

Forty minutes pass and I’m wiping off the counter when I freeze as I hear Kenz’s voice. “Something smells delicious.”

I throw the cloth on the counter and turn to see Kenz staring at the laptop. “Is this what created the delicious smell?”

She doesn’t glance at me but walks over to the oven to peer inside. I swallow hard at the way she’s dressed…in one of my MC shirts. She’s standing barefoot in the kitchen, opening cabinets to locate a plate. Her hair is wet and down. My cock twitches behind the zipper as I wonder if she’s wearing panties or nothing at all.

My guess is nothing as she turns, showing me a glimpse of tits swinging free under my shirt. The tiny glance over her shoulder in my direction lets me know the little vixen is doing it on purpose.

The timer goes off and I snap my fingers to get her attention. Once her eyes meet mine, I point at the dinner table.

“Fine. You get them out of the oven, and I’ll set the table.” She holds up her plate. “I already have one for me, are you hungry too or did you just fix me dinner?”

I bounce my finger between both of us.

“I’m not fond of sharing,” she mutters, making my mouth twitch once more.

Before I met this woman, I had no reason to smile or so much as get a feel of what warmth or happiness felt like. She manages to trigger reactions from me I thought were non-existent.

Pulling the cheeseburger bombs from the oven, I transfer them to a plate and put them on the table. Making one more trip to the kitchen, I take two bottles of water from the fridge and place one in front of Kenz.

“Thanks,” she murmurs and twists the cap off to take a few sips.

During our messages back and forth she mentioned her weakness when it came to cheeseburgers. It’s why I decided to make the cheeseburger bombs and watch in delight as she bites down into one, closes her eyes, and moans very fucking loud.

Mumbling with a mouthful, she says, “You made these for me because you know I freaking love cheeseburgers.”

Guilty, I nod.

“Smart man,” she mutters right before she shoves the rest of the cheeseburger bomb into her mouth.

Leaning forward, I grab one of the eight I made and while I eat it, Kenz devours one after the other.

There are only two left when she groans, pats her stomach, and says, “Please save me and eat those. Otherwise, I’ll shove them down my throat and puke them all out. Dammit, you know how to cook. Did you teach yourself or?”

Placing the last two on my plate, I give her a nod and point at my wrist, then wave my hands.

Twisting the cap back on the bottle she bobs her head. “Enough time on your hands to learn shit. I imagine you had to take care of yourself because no one else did?”

My gaze goes up to the ceiling.

“Except for Thorsten,” Kenz adds and I squeeze my eyes shut as confirmation.

“I’m still pissed at you,” she grumbles. “I hate when people take decisions away from me. It’s why I left my family to stand on my own two feet. Yet, here you are dragging me to your cave and telling my brothers to meet you in the morning to discuss terms and conditions. Are you going to offer them camels? Cash? Property?”

Anger overtakes my senses. Without thinking I slam my flat hand on the table and clear my throat to throw out the distorted word, “No.”

A stunning smile slides across her face. The complete opposite reaction of what the last person did when I tried to talk.

“No, eh?” She shrugs. “Good. I don’t want you to give or agree to anything. They shouldn’t even show up tomorrow because this is my life. My. Life. Get it? I don’t need anyone to put boundaries in place to make sure I follow a fucking path.”

I take out my phone and type out a message so I can let her read the words.Agree to my claim and I’ll clear any boundaries to give you free passage as my old lady.

She narrows her eyes. “What about the cartel shit?”

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