Chapter 32 - Creed

Making Cherie smile has come to be my favorite pastime. Knowing I can get her to relax after she’s been through hell, has sort of become like a drug to me. So I’ve done nothing but try to cheer her up this evening.

We finished our supper together an hour or so ago, now we’re up in my bedroom. I’m sitting on my bed with my back against the headboard while she’s settled in between my legs; her back against my chest.

With her wearing my shirt, or rather drowning in it, my arms around her waist and our fingers intertwined, this feels perfect.

“So are you going to tell me what happened this afternoon or keep me in the dark longer?” she asks with a smile in her voice and turns her head around to face me. “Were you hoping I’d forget?”

“Something like that,” I admit, not really wanting to go into detail about what happened with Alpha Vicente. But if Cherie is going to be part of this pack, then I suppose she needs to know about the Bratva side of my family. “There’s-”

“Is it Russian Mafia bus