Smiley meets me at the door. He nods for me to walk into the kitchen and I follow him, but all I want right now is to be in there with my fucking woman.

“Is it done?” he asks.

“Levi is dead and a lot of his crew.”

Smiley nods. “I got a date to go on. See you later.”

“Date?” I ask.

He smirks at me. “Adeline.”

He shuts the door behind him, and I rearm the door and gates once he has left the property. I walk into the living room, and I see Shaylin and Tiana asleep on the couch. I squat down in front of Shaylin and kiss her lips softly. Her eyes flutter open and she smiles a slow smile. She lifts her hand out of her blanket and places it on my cheek.

God I fucking love her.

“What time is it?” She asks and yawns.

“Seven.”

“I will go whip up some spaghetti.” She kisses me before placing her lips next to my ear. “Tonight, you are mine.”

“Can’t wait.” I pull her hair and she shoots me a fiery smile.

---

Shaylin

---

Butcher takes out a plate for Tiana and cuts up her spaghetti, and I pour her some milk. Our food is already at the table, and Tiana is sitting in her new seat. I put the garlic bread on the table, and Butcher places Tiana’s plate in front of her along with her drink. She takes her little spoon and spoons up some spaghetti, getting it all over herself. I laugh and wipe her mouth off then hand her a piece of garlic bread.

“This is delicious, my Shay.” My stomach flutters at him calling me “my Shay.” I love hearing him calling me that. I love him so much.

“Do you know how much I love you?” I ask.

He shakes his head and gives me a teasing look.

“The thought of losing you makes it hard to breathe, if you did leave I wouldn’t survive. You are what I think of when I first wake up and the last thing at night.”

“Shay,” he whispers and he swallows hard. I know he wants to say so much, but he doesn’t have to.

“I know, Butcher.”

Tiana is sound asleep. We laid her in her bed and told her a story, and she was out. Now it’s time for me and Butcher.

Butcher shuts our door, locks it, and begins pulling off my clothes. My body is on edge with anticipation.

Once I am completely naked in front of him, he walks behind me, pushes my hair over my shoulder, and kisses the back of my neck. Goose bumps spread down my back. His lips move to my shoulders and I shiver.

“Bed.”

I climb on the bed, and Butcher strips out of his clothes and climbs into bed with me. I lean forward and kiss him. He tucks his hand in my hair, not allowing me to move—he is taking control.

I run my hand down his side and wrap my hand around him. He growls deeply and smacks the side of my ass. I jolt and grow wetter. The hand that smacked the side of my ass moves over to my pussy and slides two fingers inside, curling his fingers until he finds the spot.

The spot that drives me crazy.

I pull my mouth from his, throwing my head back, gasping. His lips wrap around my nipple and he sucks deep.

“Oh.” I moan and twine my fingers in his hair, pulling at the ends. His thumb rubs my clit, and my body stiffens.

I gasp in shock as I am flipped onto my front, face down on the bed and ass up in the air. His dick touches my entrance, and I grab the sheets for leverage.

He slams inside hard, my hips leaving the bed. I cry out, my eyes closed tightly as pleasure hits me and I come. He keeps on pounding inside of me, and my breath is coming out in short pants.

I push myself back against him and he smacks my ass. I clench around him and throw my hair back over my shoulder.

“Still.”

I shudder at his command, not that I would listen. I press myself harder this time, and he goes deeper than ever before. My head hits the bed, my whole body shaking and seized up as I come again.

“Ah Butcher,” I hiss and my body collapses on the bed. I feel him coming inside me a second later.

He falls to the side and takes me with him, my head on his shoulder. “I think I will pass out now,” I mutter.

He climbs out of bed and my head rolls to the side. A minute or so later, he comes back and I crack open my tired eyes. I see him with a first aid kit, makeup removers, and a brush. He opens the first aid kit and takes out a cleaning cloth. I close my eyes, and he pushes my hair over to the side and tilts my head slightly so he has better access.

He cleans the wound, and I make sure not to wince so Butcher doesn’t get worked up. I learned a long time ago not to show that I am hurt because it messes with him.

He shuts the first aid kit and opens my makeup remover and puts it on a cotton ball.

This is why his actions show so much more than his words ever would. Everyone deserves a Butcher, someone who will take off their makeup for them if they are tired and brush their hair. I have never felt so loved and cherished in my whole life.

After he cleans my face he sits behind me, his legs on either side of me, and brushes my hair free of tangles. It takes everything in me not to sob like a little baby. This is Butcher showing me what I mean to him. I am so fucking blessed.