Epilogue

Viper-4 years later

"Are you done yet?" Frowning and with my arms crossed, I look down over Tamsin's shoulder and I can feel her aggravation prickle me. But I ignore it because right now my wife is bent over one of my men's arm and trying to give him a tetanus shot. I appreciate the work she does for us, we all do but when I told her she was going to be our nurse what I really meant was my nurse

This is a compromise though because Tamsin said that if she couldn't practice here she'd go back to the hospital and at least here the men know the consequences of looking at her. My eyes go to the "patient" and lucky for him he's staring straight ahead. Good. Otherwise Tamsin wouldn't have an arm to work on.

She's gotten used to this life, never asks too many questions and always has a smile spare for me when I come home in the middle of the night from business with toys I bought for the kids on my way back.

"Not just yet," she murmurs patiently and her hair shines like ebony in the light of the lamp. Her slender legs are crossed and her neck slightly curved and she shivers when I skim my fingers down her shoulder. "Viper...I have to concentrate."

So do I. On not tearing her away from there.

"Okay," she adds, biting her lip and my blood runs hot, "now I'm just gonna put on a bandaid..."

"He can do that himself." Clasping Tamsin's elbow, I pull her up and drag her away from there while she protests in amusement but I can't control myself. She's wearing her uniform and it does things to me, reminds me of the time we met.

Before her, my world had brought me nothing but violence and death but then she came along and every time I look into her eyes, I find something I don't deserve but something I'm lucky to have. Her hand still feels too small for mine and she sniggers, running after me as I drag her down the hallways. We pass the kids room where our son and daughter are playing with their nanny.

"Everything alright?" the nanny calls and there's concern in her voice, probably because of the look on my face and she's probably thinking that I'm about to encroach upon my own wife.

"F...fine," Tamsin stutters and she's red in the face. "I'll be right down in a couple of minutes."

"Try hours," I snarl from the corner of my mouth and Tamsin squeezes my hand as if asking me to behave but deep down she loves this side of me. Up on the staircase she takes too long and I give up and throw her over my shoulder as my patience starts slipping.

Barging into our bedroom, I put her down and drag a hand through my hair as she blinks up at me.

"Is there a reason for your rude behavior?" she asks, acting as if she doesn't know and a thrill slices my veins and I hook my fingers into the buttons of her uniform and they come undone. She gasps and I smirk.

"I need a nurse," I murmur, sitting down wide legged at the edge of the bed and Tamsin squirms. Her breaths heave and I stare at her without blinking. I salivate over her, I dream about her and fuck there are even times when I think in her rather than reason and logic. I need to be inside her. It's the only time I feel calm, it's the only time when I feel centered and not like I'm about to let everything go to hell and spend my days enjoying every little inch of my wife's tight body and pretty heart. There are times when I feel she's not giving me enough access and it turns me into a wreck even though I don't show it. Then again there isn't enough access she could give me without needing to be permanently attached to me. She transfixes me. I find no meaning in the life in the streets anymore. I find all my meaning in her. Tamsin is the only thing that matters and ever will matter. I will love her until there is no more love in me left and she has taken it all. It's all hers...all of it.

"I'll see what I can do to help," she purrs and starts walking over to me, slowly while her fingers undo the rest of the buttons and my heart starts pounding. One touch from her and I'll come undone. I clench my teeth, feeling like I'm about to throw a fit if she doesn't get over here fast enough. I love her and fuck I have never loved anyone as much as her. And never will.

Snatching her to me when she's close enough, I lock my mouth on hers and my arms go around her to keep her body in place. "Give me those pink lips," I rasp and she closes her eyes and puckers because she has a soft spot for her husband. I claim her lips like I've claimed all of her and her sweet kiss explodes in my mouth and ignites in my veins and now because of her, I too know the light.

The End