Chapter 15 - Mario
Mario ended up washing his Angel’s hair, and helping her dry off. They had been intimate in the past, but Mario was surprised that after the attack, she had let him get close. Either she trusted him, or she just needed help so badly, that she didn’t care.
When she was dry, he slipped another of his t-shirts over her head, then helped her into a pair of his sweats. He laughed, at how tiny she looked in them. He was a big guy, and they were massive on her. He tied the drawstring as tight as he could, then rolled down the waist several times. Then he rolled up the legs several times.
When she picked up his brush, he took it from her. Carefully and taking his time, he brushed her hair, mindful of the stitches. Then he made her wait on the bed, while he quickly showered and dressed, in a tailored blue suit. When he came out of the bathroom, she looked him up and down, then frowned at him.
“What’s the matter Angel,” he asked, as he crossed the room to her.
“Nothing,” she answered quietly.
He tipped her chin up, and studied her. He could see by the look on her her face, that something was bothering her, and she almost looked disappointed.
“Did I do something wrong,” he asked in concern.
“I miss the way you used to dress,” she whispered.
“The way I used to dress,” he repeated, not understanding what she meant. It looked like she was unsure of how to continue, so he pushed her. “What do you mean?”
“I know you were younger when we dated, but I loved the way you dressed back then,” she said, then she stammered. “But the suits are nice too. I just miss the ripped jeans, boots, and tees,” she said quietly. “I know you’re a businessman now, and need to dress a certain way though,” she said.
Mario turned on his heal, and headed into his walkin closet. He found a pair of jeans and shrugged them on, but left on his dress shirt, and suit jacked. When he walked back out, she was staring at him.
“A compromise,” he told her. “A bit of the old me, and a bit of the new me.” He watched as a small smile graced her lips, and swore he’d do whatever he could to make more appear. “Breakfast,” he ordered. Then he took her hand, and led her downstairs.
In fifteen minutes, he had fried egg sandwiches in front of them, along with some orange juice. She ate quickly, and it made him wonder how much she had been eating before. Living in the shed, he knew she hadn’t had a kitchen, or anywhere to store food, and that worried him.
He was about to ask her, when the doorbell rang. Sighing in frustration, he pushed off from his stool, and headed for the door. When he opened it, it was to see Cassie standing on the porch, smiling up at him.
“Cassie,” he said, as he moved to let her in. “Thanks so much for helping me out.” Then he frowned, when she walked in, without one single bag.
“Did you bring anything,” he questioned her curiously.
“Ummm,” she mumbled, as she looked back to the door. Mario looked back as well, then growled as Steele, Dragon and Trike pushed through the door, carrying the bags.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered up at him. “I really tried to sneak out, but they followed me,” she said in obvious annoyance.
“We hear you got a woman,” Steele said. “We want to see her,” he demanded. Then he looked down at Mario’s jeans, and started laughing. “And she’s already making changes,” he smirked.
“Fuck off,” Mario told him. “And get out of my house,” he ordered.
The bikers ignored him, and dropped the bags as they headed for the kitchen.
“Fucking bikers,” Mario declared. Then he hurried after them, trying to cut them off and beat them to the kitchen. A wresting match ensued, when the four of them reached the doorway at the same time, and they all tried to be the first one through.