by Jaci J
I was sure for so long that it would end, that he’d leave, or he’d lie, or he’d drive me insane. He still lies and he still drives me insane, but he’s still here, right by my side.
When Dante says he loves me, he means it. From one end of the earth to the other, he would crawl for me. Hell, he’d kill for me. His love and devotion run deeper than I’ll ever truly understand.
He’s proven me wrong, he does have a heart, it just doesn’t beat in his chest; it beats in mine. I’m learning that Dante is fine as long as I am.
He is still a bastard, but he’s my bastard and I couldn’t love him anymore than I do.
“We have a plane to catch.” He warns me, tapping on his watch. I know what goddamn time it is. I can see.
“I know.” I say softly, trying to calm the crazy man.
“She knows,” he mutters to himself. Dante can’t help himself. He smiles at me, even though I know he wants to throw me over his shoulder and carry me to the car.
“Then would you like to hurry the fuck up? I’m tired of sharing you now.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I know, but you love me.” I do. I love my sick bastard.
“True.”
“But I love you more.” Here we fucking go.
Getting up from my chair, I smile at the insane man. I can’t stop myself. Grabbing his hand, I pull him towards the exit muttering, “Come on, Dante. We have a plane to catch.” Shaking his head, he smiles that smug dimpled smile I fell in love with, then he scoops down and throws me over his shoulder. It’s Dante’s way now.
“Yeah, yeah, you little monster.”
“Love you.” I laugh, planting a kiss on his back.
“How much?”
“More than anything.”
“Good, because I love you too.”
The End.
About the Author.
I live in a small hick town right on the coast of good Ol’ Washington State, about two hours outside of Seattle. Although I live in a small town, don’t mistake my location for my love of all things country, because I’m a city girl through and through. My heart lives in the fast paced hustle and bustle of the city. I live with or right next door to my tribe, or as most know them, my family. My lovely, but nutty mother lives right next door with my hair brained Grandma. I currently reside in my nut house with my strange, but wonderful fiancé and my wild as hell little monster boy. My biker mouthed, but funny and amazing little sister lives not too far away with my adorable nephew and hick, down to his bones, brother in law. I have an enormous love for music. I love it all. My sister and I go to as many concerts as humanly possible, but my passion is reading and writing. I have a love of all things book-related. If it has words, I’ll read it. I decided one day to write because my poor brain couldn’t take any more of the massive stories I had stored away. I figured hell, I love them, and maybe someone else will too. So I started writing and couldn’t stop. I still can’t stop. It’s now become an obsession―a lovely obsession.
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