The Rage of the Don

Schwartz

He stepped out of his car and smiled at the tall, slim woman with the midnight black hair who was standing in a deep blue suit before his gate. Her large cruiser was parked neatly at the side. The guards had not let her in.

Simple.

They would not do so until he was back and told them it was safe to allow anyone in, even a former lover.

He grinned easily as he closed the distance between them and took her in his arms, inhaling the familiar woodsy smell of her hair. She smiled up at him, the wide mouth, those high cheekbones, he remembered so well… They kissed, a long kiss, a kiss between people who were not just friends but also lovers, who cared for each other. He was still smiling as they stepped apart.

She smiled, a thin smile, for Aiyana Laughing Water was not a person given to effervescent smiles. ‘I missed you.’ She said and those words, that short phrase conveyed so much. He grinned back, favouring her with his rakish smile and nodded.

‘Let’s get you inside.’ He said an