Page 82 of Judas

“So, you’re telling me licking Fury was an accident? You just happened to fall on her face and your tongue wiped her mouth clean? What about that boy who got you this condo? Another accident? Oops, you jumped up on the counter and magically had your legs around his waist and your lips against his?”

Ohhhhhh, Momma is pissed.

I can’t help it though; while the boy pissed me off, hearing about her show of dominance with Fury had me rethinking a lot of things. Let’s stop while we’re ahead though. I’ll get turned on thinking about her tangled with someone else while I watch and critique the entire scene.

“I thought you were dead!”

“Nadia, baby, I’m not mad. You’re right, I was technically deceased. Would have only haunted them from the grave, nothing crazy.”

“Kace!” she shouts and swings at me.

Containing my laughter is impossible at this point. Instead of letting her act all wild and shit, I yank her arm and bring her over into my lap. Giving her a gentle squeeze and a quick kiss on the cheek to cool her down before she goes off on a tangent.

“Just playing with you, hard ass.”

Leaning in, I lower my tone and speak soft enough where Sadie shouldn’t be able to over hear, but my message is still received.

“I’m going to punish the hell out of that cock sucker of yours later—out of spite for the boy. Remind you who owns your mouth, and every other piece of you.”

She tries to get up, but I hold her down, giving the conversation another switch so she won’t bolt. I don’t wantthis to end, being with the two of them out here talking about random shit. You can see the curiosity in Sadie’s tired eyes, and the longing in Nadia’s. My beautifully broken girls.

Deciding we have had enough of the great Canadian outdoors, I help Sadie out of her chair, giving her someone to lean against who she won’t knock over. Then I look down at Nadia when she’s done putting their used cups in the trash as she joins us.

All fire and beauty.

And mine.

“What are you staring at, fucker?”

My lip is going to be sore tomorrow from the way I keep biting it, but it’s that or laugh and I’m too cool of a dad for that shit.

“My wife.”

She blushes at that. It’s cute, too cute.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

Oh no, we’re not doing that. Not today, not in the middle of this cluster fuck. She will never,fucking ever, feel inadequate again. Hooking a finger under her chin, I tilt her up to look me square in the face. My eye focuses on hers as they start to turn pink around the edges.

Don’t cry, baby.

“You thought I was lying when I said that I’ll attach my name to yours? Being sarcastic is part of my sparkling personality, but I would never yank your chain over something as serious as making you my wife, Nadia. Don’t you understand what you mean to me? Nothing has existed, nor ever will, that will dull the way you shine. It’s loud, obnoxious, and blinding how radiant you are.”

“Good thing you’re half-blind, right?”

Cheeky bitch.

“Yeah, you’re still too bright. I might need to wear my sunglasses at night.”

Dipping, I brush my lips against hers. Reverent, soft, lovingly because when I get her alone, I’m going to ruin them. Just being nice right now. When we make eye contact again, I see hers bouncing from one to the other. And wait for the inevitable question.

“It’s a different color… your prosthetic.”

“Yeah.” My word is breathy, waiting for her to continue.

“Why? Why that color… why gray?”

“Because of you, baby.” She’s trembling, so I wrap an arm around her waist and draw her to my side.

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