The corners of my mouth nestled into a smile, as I stood at the foot of the King size Wingback Bed, watching Verena sleep peacefully. I watched as she inhaled air in and out of her lungs, her chest expanding as her voluptuous midnight-colored curls, covered the satin bed pillows that she rested her head on. She was a magnificent being, an angel. My angel to be exact. Even while sleeping she still managed to take my breath away.

I loved this woman so damn much. I needed to be near her as much as possible, not to smother her or to think I did not trust her, but maybe I needed to reassure myself that she wouldn't disappear again. It felt comforting to wake up every morning once more and know that she was somewhere around the estate. It has been a complete struggle during the nighttime for me to not barge into any bedroom she was sleeping in and lay next to her. I wanted to lay next to my wife, since I brought her back home, I knew she wasn't ready for that level of intimacy with me. Baby steps.

I was concerned that Verena did not talk much during dinner she was quiet. Too quiet in my book. The only occupying sound between us at the dinner table as we enjoyed Jamaican delicacies, red beans and rice, fried plantain, and oxtails that I made from a recipe Tirian's mother gave me during one of our travels to the beautiful island of Jamaica, during one of my work excursions. I knew how much Verena enjoyed food and I knew she would love the food I made for her.

I was a little disappointed when she didn't as so much as compliment the food. But I could tell that she enjoyed the food because there were no scraps left on her plate, after she escaped to one of the vacant bedrooms, whispering to me that she was tired and wanted to take a nap before we traveled back to the arsenal base later tonight. Two hours had passed and it was pitch black outside.

It was time for us to leave. I almost felt guilty about needing to wake up Verena because we had been gone practically the entire day, but I made a promise to her that I would involve her more in the mafia operations and I planned to not renege on my promise to her. The soft lavender scent she was wearing as I walked on the side of the bed, stirred my nostrils and nearly caused me to reach down to taste her sweet lips. Out of nowhere, Verena's eyes flutter open before she stretches her arms above her head, she moans as I hear the bones in her body, cracking before she stops, and she tenses up when she takes notice that I am standing over her.

"For God's sake, can you please stop sneaking up on me? I hate when you do that Eryx", Verena whines as she pushes me out of the way as she sits on the edge of the bed, glaring up at me. I take a seat on the edge of the bed next to her, "We need to be leaving out sleeping beauty". Verena groans as she throws her body on the bed as she looks up at the ceiling. "I was having the best sleep of my life, but you just ruined it".

I decide to give Verenna time to get ready so I excuse myself and stand outside on the bedroom patio, watching the waves hit the tides of the ocean, the illuminating light of the full moon creates an aura and calm and peace to wash over me. I never felt this relaxed, in a very long time. The reason for my sudden peace is due to that small, petite woman who looks harmless similar to a chihuahua, but my little rottweiler has a vicious bite on her that I am starting to realize is deadly.

Verena walks out onto the balcony wearing the jean outfit she wore before we took our ATV bike excursion. "I'm ready now. We can go". I was already fully dressed wearing a Celine Loose Hoodie and gray True Religion pants and my black combat boots. Verena takes notice of my outfit, " You should start wearing hoodies, more it fits your aesthetic". My heart nearly combusts from my chest from the compliment, Verena just gave me.

"Are you flirting with me Cherie", I ask deepening my voice as I stare down at Verena lustfully. Verena blinked her eyelashes rapidly, her eyebrows raised, "Umm, no I wasn't flirting. I just noticed you can wear something else outside of those hot-ass tailored suits and hard bottom dress shoes you like to wear all of the time". I laugh at her statement as her cheeks look a bit flushed. She was flirting with me but did not want to admit it. Verena cannot take me looking at her so intensely anymore and marches off the patio. I follow her seconds later as I open the front door to the bungalow. Verena makes her walk toward the golf cart, but I grab hold of her arm, stopping her. "I think I have something else in mind for us to ride". Verena frowns but then shrugs.

"Umm okay". I then lead her to the side of the bungalow and then we walk down a small path that leads to a storage shed. I take out a set of keys that rested inside of my front pockets and unlock the shed door. The door creaks open, and turn around and look at Verena, "Wait right here for a second Cherie,". Verena stands off to the side as I reach for the handle of the motorcycle and I pull it out of the shed.

Verena gasps as her eyes widen as she recognizes the motorcycle. "Remember this Cherie". Verena has an astonished look on her face as she looks up at me. "How.. I thought this bike was destroyed". I place my hand on the handlebar, "It was but I was able to get it fixed", I then raise my hand out with the motorcycle keys in my hand. "Thank you", Verena takes the keys out of my hand as she looks at me with unshead tears in her eyes.

"You're welcome". Verena then climbs on the motorcycle and places the key in the ignition as it purrs loudly to life. Verena grins and then she places her head in her hands and starts crying. I kneel in front of her, "I did this for you. I knew how much this bike meant to you, Cherie. I was never going to get rid of it. I couldn't". I then pull Verena's hands away from her face and wipe the tears running down her face.

She glances down at me, "Can you hurry up I want to ride my bike", she says sarcastically as she pulls me up from the ground. I get behind Verena, placing my hands against the sides of her hip. She tenses up when she feels my erection sitting against her lower back. She tries to shift away but pulls her back to me. "It's no use, Cherie, just ride the bike unless you want to ride something else".

Verena quickly speeds off on the bike, her foot pressing hard on the gas pedal as her hair blows with the wind. I place my hands around her waist, and rest my head against her neck, as the soft scent of lavender soothes my soul once more. I close my eyes as I press my lips to her neck, just as my tongue skates out and touches her skin, the bike suddenly stops. I open my eyes to see that we are parked in front of the large warehouse on the arsenal base.

"Can put your tongue back in your mouth. I think you had enough cat for today". Verena winks at me before she pulls my hands from around her waist and motions for me to get off the bike. "You are a little tease, but keep playing with me and I will you give all this dick you have been feening and having wet dreams since you have been back home".

Verena's eyes grow large. "I fucking hate your ass. Move", she pushes me out of the way as she marches toward the warehouse. I watch as her ass jiggles left and right as she walks up the steps. God, I love that woman so damn much.





Eryx is so thoughtful and sweet, but still a psychopath. Verena is starting to warm up to Eryx, or is she? Who knows with her, she has hot and cold ways, but maybe she trying to do better.