Page 32 of Their Deviant Love
“I wasn’t going to tell,” Aurora replies.
We’re going to my father’s estate. Patty has made sure there is no sign of my mother. Where she’s scurried off to, I have no fucking idea. But I’ll find her. It’s only a matter of time before she makes a move.
When we pull up to the gates, the guards open them and wave at me. I wave back and look to Patty. “You’ve vetted them all, right?” I ask him.
“Every single one.” He nods. “Also, that thing you requested is in the office.”
“Thanks.”That thingI requested is a gift for Aurora. She’s going to lose her mind when she sees it.
“Is that thing a stripper or a hooker? Because there’s plenty of room to bury a body out here,” Aurora says from the back seat.
“Why the fuck would I want either of those when I have you?” I ask her.
“No idea. Just making sure.” She chuckles to herself and opens the car door.
“I’ll catch up with you,” I tell my best friend and take my wife’s hand in mine, leading her inside.
There are a lot of guards standing around, all watching us, but no one says a word and they don’t stare for too long.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea to be here?” Aurora side-eyes me.
“This is the safest place for us to be,” I assure her.
“Unless you’re chained up in the basement,” she says under her breath, and I stop in my tracks. I didn’t consider that coming back here could be hard for her.
Fucking hell, I’m an asshole.
“We can go somewhere else.”
“No, I’m fine.” Aurora shakes her head. “How about you give me a tour, minus the basement?”
“I want to show you something first.” I guide her into my father’s office—myoffice now.
“What is it?” Aurora asks when I hand her the box that’s sitting in the middle of the desk.
“A gift, for you. Open it.”
“You got me a gift?” Her smile is so fucking huge. I’m going to have to gift her daily just to see this same look on her face.
“I did.” I nod and lean back against the edge of the desk.
She opens the box and gasps. “Holy shit, Connor!”
“I wanted you to have your own.”
“It’s gorgeous.” She picks up the pistol and feels the weight of it in her hands. The box drops to the ground.
I bought her a gold-plated, diamond-encrusted forty-five. Something beautiful and dangerous, just like her. “You like it?”
“It’s so pretty, almost too pretty to use on someone,” she says. “But don’t worry. I will if I have to.”
“I have no doubt, princess.” I smile. I love that she’s a fighter. I’ve always loved that about her.
“How are you feeling? Because I have a list of Dublin doctors to interview,” she says.
“Babe, we do not need to interview doctors. I’ll just have Dr. Morgan send my results, and then we will see what we have to do. I’m fine.” I’m not, but I’ll never admit that to my wife.
“How much do we trust the people in this house?” Aurora asks.
