(Semper) Fi
It took him hours to convince her that "shotgun wedding" didn't mean she had to pack heat on both of her ankles.
When she broke her arm, he volunteered to let her stay at his place until she healed up. He had offered to help her with washing up, but hadn't figured on having to duck her plaster cast as she swung it round in the shower encased in a plastic bag, held high above her head to keep the water from getting in.
He would never again call her a porno version of the Statue of Liberty…not if he valued his remaining dignity.
For as small as she was, Fi was mean as a terrier in a rat-infested barge, and just as stubborn. When she got onto a subject, Mike was hard bent to make her let it go.
They'd gone on for days one time on the subject of whether his security around his warehouse was tight enough, and finally she'd gotten so fed up with him that she'd done her own upgrading of his place, and as a result, he'd almost been filled full of holes when he returned home.
He'd told her that the next time she rigged a semi-automatic in his window, aimed creatively at the door with a sign attached that said, 'Welcome, Prepare To Die' that maybe she should let him know about that before he walked into it.
Fi's idea of foreplay was a right hook to the temple and lots of plastic explosives going boom.
His was setting up a bad guy and watching him flounder around while his assets drained into a fake Swiss bank account and his warehouses full of stolen goods blew up one at a time.
He had never met another woman who got so ridiculously horny setting off C-4. He had borne her teeth marks in his shoulders for days after she'd attacked him in an alleyway, five minutes after they'd almost been blown up.
He swore that he'd blow up warehouses every day if Fi got off on it that much, but he didn't think he'd be able to keep up with her if he did.
She looked so fragile when she slept next to him that something in Mike often wanted to do something stupid, like wrap her in something safe and cottony. He'd never say that to her, ever, knowing she had a Beretta under her side of the pillow and a Glock under the bed, and a 9 mil in the drawer, right next to an extra lockpicking set and the condoms.
He didn't know what he'd do if he lost her.
He was hoping he would never have to know.