Chapter Eight Cake Faced
Glory
Legend went out the door and shut it quietly.
I groaned as I sat up. My body was sore but in the best way. If I heard him right, he’d just told me to lock myself in the bathroom? I shook my head as I stood and went over to grab my dress. Tugging it over my head, I muttered to myself, “Damn man, should know better.” Turning as the dress came down over my body, I opened my top dresser drawer and grabbed my magnum. “Stay in the bathroom!” I rolled my eyes as I checked the gun’s clip and noted it was full. I skipped finding my sandals and went out the door barefoot.
Moving rapidly down the hall, I hurried. I knew Legend had a gun, but he never carried it on his person. I’d asked him many times what good was having a weapon if you never carried it with you? He told me he was a physician, not a soldier. I didn’t argue because it was true. But I feared for him at times. Especially in this war we had going on now.
Fate asked me one time why I was so head over heels about Legend. Telling me, I was sort of a warrior type woman while Legend was a humble, quiet doctor. I immediately got defensive and pointed out the fact that Fate was a sissy architect, not a tatted menace to society like some bikers were. All he did was laugh uproariously.
Yeah, I thought about it later on, Legend rode a motorcycle and he looked the part of being a biker but on the inside, he really wasn’t. He loved bikes but he wasn’t into the MC life as deep as some of the men here were. I think that was exactly why I loved him. He took care of people and cared about serious things in life. The fact that he stayed in school for all those years showed how dedicated he was to what he’d said was his calling in life. I did three years of college and couldn’t wait to get out. I had no patience for bookwork as they called it.
Besides, the outside of him was sexy as fuck. He proved last night that he was enough of a man for me. I remember telling him no wonder they called him Legend. Because hot damn, was he totally skilled at…” I had flashes of us in the shower and some of the things he’d done to my body. The way he kissed me. His hands all over me. I got a little breathless just thinking about it. I bit at my lip and forced the hot memories away as I came out into the main room. I hoped he wouldn’t head outside without a weapon, because that would be just like him to do that. If he was concerned about someone being injured out there, he would simply rush over to the downed person.
I halted and took a look around.
Legend was busy wrapping tape over the upper arm of one of our men at a table.
Turning my head, I spotted Uncle Zed close by.
He stood at another table as he spoke on his cell phone, “Yes, your men took care of it, Mr. Descalia. I’m sure our guards wouldn’t have made it without them.” He paused to listen then replied, “Ok, he is doctoring one of our guys right now. I’ll tell him to call you when he's done.” Swiping his cell screen, he lowered his phone.
I moved closer to ask him, “What happened, Uncle Zed?”
He slowly shook his head and explained, “Some hoodlums tried to scale the fence. Like five of them. Not sure what they were after, but they shot at a few of our guards. Our men were firing back but the intruders evaded them. Then these guys in suits came out of nowhere. They took down the trespassers. I spoke to one of them and he gave me Stephano Descalia’s phone number. Then the man told me they would be out there watching, so we didn’t have to worry. So I called Descalia. He wanted me to have Legend call him when he was done helping the wounded.”
I glanced over at Legend to see him checking out Steel, a Requiem Lieutenant. “What did Legend say about this?”
“I haven’t told him yet,” Zed replied.
I paused. I wasn’t sure how Legend would react to this. He hadn’t been happy when his dad and brother showed up here. “I’ll tell him.” I turned to Zed. “Can you text the phone number to his phone?”
“Sure…” Zed lowered his gaze then tapped his cell phone screen with his finger.
“Thanks, Uncle Zed.” I walked over to where Legend stood.
“You will need some antibiotics, Steel,” Legend spoke to the biker in low tones. “I’ll have one of the guys bring them to you after I get my bag from my room.”
“Thanks Doc,” Steel said. “We were lucky those Italians came along when they did.”
Legend paused as he snipped the last of the medical tape then tamped it down on Steel’s arm. “Italians?”
“Your dad’s men,” I interjected.
Swinging his gaze up at me, Legend asked, “He had his men here?”
I shrugged. “That’s what Uncle Zed told me.”
“Fuck,” Legend muttered under his breath then nodded at Steel. “You’re good to go.”
Giving Legend a respectful nod, the large biker moved away.
Legend’s phone buzzed from his pocket.
“That’s Uncle Zed texting you with your dad’s cell number,” I informed him. “He must have had his men assigned here already. Then they saw the hoodlums as Uncle Zed called them.”
“I shouldn't be surprised.” Legend shut the lid on the first aid kit. “He’s going to butt right in and push until he gets what he wants.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said.
Pausing, he looked up at me. “You know?”
“Yes, Legend. I have good instincts when it comes to people, remember? Your dad definitely wants you back into the fold and I believe he will use this Walker War to do it.”
Reaching for my hand, he plucked the magnum from my grasp as he gave me a smile. “You will not be needing this.” He set it on top of the closed first aid kit then he peered down at my bare feet. “You actually came out here toting a gun but you aren’t wearing any shoes?”
I scoffed. “Who needs shoes when you have one of these?” I plucked the gun back up and gave him a toothy grin.
“You are one scary babe, Glory. That’s why I believed you were very worthy of a tattoo. Because you are a true badass.” He gave me a wink.
“Damn, I love that you are openly flirting with me like this.” I leaned in close and said, “I have wanted you to do that for years now.”
“I will be doing a lot more than flirting, sweetness. But truthfully, we don’t need any stoking. Our fire is almost too much as it is. And I won’t be leaving you, Glory. I promise. It took me too long to stop denying us, so I sure as hell won’t be parted from you now.”
“Ohhh…I know that!” I exclaimed. “I wasn’t saying you would. Cause that ain’t happening.”
He stared at me then he laughed.
“If you go back,” I added. “I would go with you.”
“What?” he asked in obvious surprise as his laughter faded swiftly.
“Damn right,” I said. “I won’t be without you ever again. So that is not an option.”
“Well, I guess they could use your psychology degree there,” Legend speculated. “My dad alone is an ego-manic-depressive with a double-bio-polar complex.” He laughed.
I rolled my eyes. “There’s no such thing, Legend.”
“Oh, really?” he retorted. “The man is like Al Capone mixed with a bit of a Jefferey Dommer. Or maybe he’s half Hannibal Lecter and half Godfather?”
“You are making this shit up!” I accused him while laughing. “At least, I hope you are.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, maybe I am, but I’m not sure there would be a lot for you to do there? I don't think you would enjoy that life much.”
“Why?” I asked, feeling curious about his family and home.
“He would have us going to parties at mansions owned by other mafia members and socializing to get some deal going or brownie points with some upscale family. Maybe we would even fly to Italy for some deal or another. I have family there too. They still kept in touch or at least they used to? I haven’t been home in ten years though. So, I don’t know what might have changed. But it would be like a social butterfly life, ya know? I think it would bore you actually.”
“I think we should go,” I stated clearly.
He blinked at me while looking confused. “What?”
“For a visit only. You need to be face to face with him, Legend. Let him know that you and I will visit often, but your real home is with the Walkers. That way, he can see you but he will have to face the fact that you have another life now. Or he will keep trying to butt in and push as you called it. Besides, you’re already a doctor and we are gonna get married and have a family.”
He slowly shook his head and laughed. “You got this all figured out, do ya?”
Nodding, I smirked at him. “I have had a long time to plan this. So let me enjoy it. I mean, I left it up to you for like what? The last five years. And you finally gave in yesterday?”
Legend shrugged as he wore a grin. “Ok, point made. I’m slow on some things.”
“Yeah, you can be. But in life, these things shouldn't wait too long. So, I’m not gonna wait around another seven years for you to propose and plan a wedding, then finally get married, ten damn years from now. I’m not gonna be as patient as I have been.”
“Patient?” He scoffed. “Remember your last birthday?”
Nodding my head, I did remember it well. “Yes, with the red dress. Of course, I remember.”
“That damn dress caused many nights of insomnia for me,” he admitted. “But it wasn’t just that. I’m talking about the cake you rudely pasted on my face.”
“Oh, the cake!” I burst out with laughter as I knew what he meant now. Yes, I did exactly that. I was so mad about the failure of the sexy red dress. It didn’t get to him like I’d wanted. He seemed to be unaffected by its purpose which had been just one thing… me seducing him that night. In fact, I had planned for him to be my birthday present. So, I grabbed a plate of cake and sashayed my way over to him. I gave him my most dazzling smile I could muster and boldly offered, ‘Let’s go to my room and share some cake.’
Staring at me now, Legend let out an uneasy breath as he openly admitted, “I wanted to so badly. Damn, I was hard as a freakin’ diamond when I caught the scent you were wearing. Your…” he paused. “...that dress had too much cleavage showing, that was for damn sure. I could almost taste you. I actually opened my mouth to say yes. Then your dad walked by us. I got a case of the guilts and I know I shouldn’t have said what I did.”
I agreed with this, “No, you shouldn’t have said, ‘it’s too much sugar for me.’ So you got what you deserved.”
Legend couldn’t seem to help it, he laughed. “I did. I admit it. But at the time it was true. You were a damned cavity in the making. Then you slammed that cake so hard up against my face that my nose was pink for two days.”
“Good thing it was on a styrofoam plate,” I said as I laughed.
Legend laughed with me as he said, “All I could taste was chocolate for a week.”
I was laughing harder.
He went on, “I would blow my nose and frosting would come out.”
I hiccuped as I laughed too hard now. “Stop!” I had to swipe some tears away.
“I even broke out with some acne.” He laughed with me while wrapping me up in his arms. “That’s what happens when you get cake faced .”
I howled now with laughter. “Please stop!”
“I was right about one thing though. You are almost too much sugar for me.” Then he kissed me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and fell into the kiss. Dang, whenever I tasted this man, I would lose my mind. It amp'd up quickly as my body flushed and I wanted to make him take me back to my room. I pressed myself against him, almost crushing my breasts against his hard chest. I forgot all about his dad, the attack and the people in the room. All of it faded away into nothing.
All I knew was Legend.
Someone cleared their throat and it took another thirty seconds or more before we parted the kiss. Looking over, we stared at three of my brothers.
Justice, Liberty and Fate.