Draft version - Russian Roulette - Family secrets

Ch. 180: Don't even go there, mate

The way he was deep down.

"Just a little hint, Malyshka." He smiled his most charming and winning smile at her, wiggling his eyebrows and caressing her thigh to win.

"Save it, I'm not giving in."

Pouting, Gareth dug his fingers into her thigh and then rubbed it, moving his hand up a bit. "Better enjoy that nice cool ass while you have the chance."

"If you still want to punish me after your surprise, then it's your right."

"It's always my right, Dolly."

"Somebody's full of themselves today." Mackenzie winked at him and finally pulled Gareth's sportscar into an empty lot. "Get out before you make too many promises you won't be able to keep."

"Trust me, Malyshka, I'll always want and be able to punish your cheeky ass."

Gareth helped Mackenzie into her coat. It was a shame to hide that sexy black dress she was wearing, it was a shame if she froze too, he had to be a gentleman there. Grabbing her hand, Gareth followed her from the parking lot. He really did try to be patient and it took all he had; in the end he could not handle it any longer. The two cigarettes he had inhaled while walking had not helped either. He hated not being in control.

Fifteen minutes of walking and waiting was long enough, right?

"Come on, Mackenzie," he whined. "How much longer?"

"We're here, crybaby."

Mackenzie saw that dominant beast rise in Gareth, he did not like being called a crybaby, though he was behaving like one. His nostrils were flaring and his eyes held a dangerous warning. Giggling, she dragged him inside before he got a chance to trap her.

"Welcome to Southern Roasthouse, do you have a reservation?" A very upbeat and smiling hostess had come rushing when they entered.

"Yes, Adjenkov-Sante."

The way the name rolled over Mackenzie's tongue, with joy and pride, made Gareth puff up quite a lot. That was the sexiest thing she could say.

Their name.

It was a wonderful feeling. No more keeping their marriage a secret, not to their friends and families or the world. The underground knew and were not about to mess with them.

That name meant power.

Being married to her openly was the best experience of his life.

Was it childish that he could not wait for her and the kids to come to his office to see him? To parade them around and show everybody how fucking lucky he was? If that was childish then he was ready to go there. Pop him a pacifier and a rattle and let him be childish because that would be heaven to him.

"Of course, ma'am. Please follow me, everything is ready."

Gareth curiously looked around the already crowded restaurant as the hostess escorted them through the restaurant. It had a sort of homey feel to it. The décor was maybe a bit tacky to get that southern ranch feel, it might not really be his style, it was a concept and he could see it worked.

The smell from the food was mouth-watering.

Roasthouse indeed.

Barbecue grilled meat, garlic butter, baked potatoes, fries, beer and wine. Every delicious smell reached him and tickled his senses. Whatever Mackenzie had been thinking when she chose that restaurant, he wanted her to think more often.

The hostess stopped in front of a set of double doors to a private room. "The bartender is already in there and your waiter will come to take order when you've had time to browse the menu. Please, have a great evening."