UnBreak This Heart(2)

He’s out more often, away more often, and over the last few weeks, he’s been coming home all dark and gloomy. Now, today, he’s covered in blood. What’s next? I didn’t sign on for this shit, but what choice do I have? I love him with all of my heart. I want to marry him. I’ve loved him since I was a little girl. When I was little, I always dreamed of being swept off my feet by a charming prince. There’s no white knight or Prince Charming on a horse, though. I have a dark knight on a Harley instead, and damn if he isn’t one hell of a man. There is nothing sexier than the way Mason looks on his bike, all rough and tough in his leathers and tattoos.

He comes back out into the kitchen when he’s cleaned up, and places a tender kiss on my shoulder after swiping my hair out of the way—that’s my sweet man. Mason may come off dark and brooding to the rest of the world, but with me, he’s different. I shiver as he blows his warm breath against my neck, getting close to my ear. He bites me playfully, trying to get me hot and bothered.

“Babe, I love you, but I am so damn tired.” I pop my neck, and it feels so good.

“Wedding is in three days. Everything ready for it?” he asks, rubbing my shoulders- exactly what I need from him. He asked me to marry him three weeks after I started at University. He told me to make it happen quickly, and that he didn’t want to know anything except where to be standing when it was time. I ended up waiting, which he hated, but I wanted at least one year of University done before we tied the knot.

I smile, letting the crap he shared with me when he came home wash away. “Of course it is.” It’s true; I’ve had everything ready since day one. “Daddy’s officiating,” I let him know. I wasn’t going to have my dad do that, but he insisted, and since I didn’t want to fork out the six grand for my dress, Dad stepped in and paid for it. In return, he wanted to be the one to pronounce us man and wife.

“Good,” he says, stepping away. “Jasper and Vinny are standing up with me.” He smiles proudly, thinking of his two best friends. You rarely see one without the other. In a way, they are like Eden, Lilly, and me.

I smile. “Good. I have Eden and Lilly for me, but of course, I have to have my mom too. Since Eden and Lilly are only sixteen, they can’t sign our license.”

“As long as Jasper doesn’t have to dance with your mom, he’ll be cool with that. Fuck, now I need to find a third,” he says, grumbling.

I shrug. “Just ask Trent or something.”

“Fuck no,” he says, growling. Jeez, what’s his deal with Trent? “What are we having for supper?” he asks, going to the fridge to pull out a beer.

I shake my head. “I didn’t even think to make anything. I made a bacon sandwich before I sat down. Sorry,” I tell him apologetically. I try to cook or pick something up when I can, but most days I’m too tired.

“I’ll order Chinese or somethin’. You have a lot of homework tonight?” he asks as he leans against the kitchen counter. He’s a big, tall, intimidating wall of tattooed muscle, and he’s all mine. I grin while looking him over in his dark jeans and fitted white t-shirt. He has a snake on his forearm, the only tattoo of his I can’t stand to look at. I hate snakes. That tattoo gives me the creeps; I feel like it’s staring at me. I keep teasing him that one day I’m going to knock his ass out and have someone cover it up. He did do one thing for me, though- he got his dick pierced. I really didn’t think he would do it, but I made him a bet that if he pierced his dick, I’d try anal. He really wanted my ass, but then I told him he wasn’t getting that until we’re married. He said that it wasn’t fair, but I told him he should have been more specific in his terms before he went through with his end.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking when I decided to be a lawyer…one year down, three more to go. Ugh. Seriously, this sucks,” I say, whining.

He chuckles. “Yeah, but in the end, you’ll be the best damn lawyer around. And, fuck, ya never know when I might need one of those.” I don’t find his statement as entertaining as he does, especially after what he told me just moments ago when he first got home. He puts his empty beer down, having drained the bottle in two drinks. Stepping over to me, he wraps his arms around my shoulders. “Don’t sulk. I was kidding.”

Grabbing his fingers and tucking them in mine, I kiss his hand. If only that were true.





The boys are throwing a bachelor party for me, which is fuckin’ stupid, considering they were too damn cheap to actually take me to a strip club. Instead, they have the bitches from the club giving me lap dances—like I haven’t seen these sluts before. Most of them have nothing to even get hard over. I’m sitting in a smoke clouded haze. Ass and tits are everywhere I look. I lean back in my cheap plastic chair with a beer in my hand and a joint hanging from my bottom lip. Pres walks over, takin’ my joint and laughing. “Got you a present, boy,” he says as he smacks the back of my shoulder hard. A few bitches are standing behind him. “Take your pick. Take one or take ‘em all.”