Chapter 83 - Iron Horse

"Are you angry at him?" Bailey asked, peering at her through understanding eyes.

"Angry?" she paused and stuffed the piece of cake into her mouth and smiled. "Mmh, delicious."

Angry? Prisana mulled it over as the stawberry cake distracted her for a moment. She could never be angry at her beast for long. At first, she was truly frutrated that he was still holding things back from her. Then, she realized her young heart was being impatient and now she was too embarrassed to go back home to apologize.

So here she was, accompanying Bailey so she didn't have to face the truths that showed her ugly side of wanting all of the beast without secrets, no matter how ugly they were to be.

"No, I'm only frustrated with both him and mostly, myself. I've thought about it and I should be the understanding wife. It's just difficult to think logically and control one's emotions all at once."

Bailey's warm and loving hands reached over to grasp her fingers. Immediately, Prisana's heart sighed. She lovingly gazed into large and clear, rounded eyes that only seeked to give comfort and recieve nothing in return.

"Remember. Once a beast, always a beast. And my dear, no wife is perfect. It's alright to get riled up sometimes but just remember that at the end of the day the beast already loves you. There must be a good reason why he's still hesitant on shedding the truths before you. In due time, he will surely tell you all."

She returned Bailey's loving gesture. "Thank you."

"No, I should be the one thanking you."

"Huh? Me, why?"

"Did you know? The other day, I recieved a boquet of flowers. It was for my birthday and it touched this old heart of mine to the point of tears! The greatest gift for me is to know my grandson has someone like you to take over the role as his family."

"What are you going on about? I'd never be able to match up to you."

"I'm old. There will come a day when I'm no longer in this world and when that happens, you'll be there. Gosh, do give me children before this body gives up on me, hmm?"

"C-Children?" she incredulously asked.

Prisana was already blushing thinking about her and Dane having children. Even though they were using birth control, it was embrassingly evident that they weren't using protection of the sorts.

"It's getting late. I'll have to return to the Iron Horse soon..."

Bailey was interrupted by a phone call. She picked up her phone and frowned, "It's work. Let me answer it really quick."

"What is it? Mhm...Huh? Really? I'll be right there!"

She hung up and apologetically looked over to Prisana. "I'm sorry. If it's alright with you, I need to take care of something urgent."

The Iron Horse was the first bar she frequented in their old hometown. Now, Dane had setup a new location for her right in the heart of New Jersey.

Her eyes sparkled, "Oh, I would love to go with you too!"

"What? You're twenty."

"The owner must have some connection to pull me in. Oh pretty please?" she joking begged.

"Do me a favor and never tell Dane...Truly, I think he may murder his own grandmother."

She patted Prisana's shoulder. "Dear, you're a beautiful and married woman. You shouldn't frequent these types of place as many mostly come to find another to spend the night with. Unfortnately, bar establishments turn into some kind of whorehouse meeting! Anyway, this is girl's night out and will be our little secret."

***

Their little secret was actually a big seret as Iron Horse, compared to its predecessor, stood over them so large and serene that it took her off guard. It was truly located located in the high end and heart of New Jersey. The sign was painted in curly font and bustling with customers shuffling in and out.

The bell chimed as Prisana followed Bailey inside. The Iron Horse was a sight to behold as it was englossed in fine elbaroate walls of paintings and mirrors. Bailey's bar shouted class and elegance on all levels, with ladies and gentlemen coming dressed in nice clothing. Some wore suits and dresses while the large majority dressed decent as Prisana did.

"Wear this," Bailey offered her a thin black mask to cover her eyes.

"A mask?"

Bailey nodded, gesturing to a hallway with a gold outlined door. "This is the VIP room. All VIPs are required to wear masks."

Prisana slipped on the mask. When they entered though the gold doors, what greeted her was something even more elbarote and classy as the walls and floors were covered in a shiny yellow gold. Everyone in the room wore a suit or a fancy long dress. Now, she felt out of place as she only wore casual clothing.

Bailey led her into what looked like a back dressing room. She sat in one of the chairs and someone came to serve them drinks and even helped Bailey change out into a simple lack dress. Prisana couldn't believe her eyes as the sweet bailey before her transformed into one of the elites of society. It was like a scene out of a movie.

Then again, she was none other than Dane's own grandmother. Bailey motioned over to one of the cocktails the server brought them.

"He's waiting outside. Apparently, he has a new offer he would like to discuss with you."

"Of course. Let him know I'll be out there shortly," Bailey responded, shooing him off.

After the server and dresser left them alone, Prisana leaned in to whisper into Bailey's ear, "...You didn't tell me it was going to be like this! This is not what I was expecting. It's like I walked into somewhere I'm not supposed to be in. I really don't belong."

She leaned in to whisper into Bailey's ear, "Come, at least change and have a drink with your old Nana before I send you off to marriage life again."

"I'm twenty," she pointed out even though Bailey warned her earlier.

"This is my establishment. You can do whatever the hell you want dear."

Prisana shrugged, secretly yearning how it would feel to be like an adult. The taste of wine was something the elites in New Jersey were accostumed to. Her 'father' or Giovanni found it to be looked down upon if she were to even consider alcohol. It was tempting.

"I suppose you're right. This is our little big secret after all."

She grabbed the cocktail and smiled while clinkng her glass to Bailey's, "Cheers to obtaining a lovely grandmother like you."

Suddenly, she grew teary eyed before she could even take a sip, watching Bailey endearingly pick out a simple cocktail dress for her. This woman she barely knew made it feel as if she had known her for her whole life.

"Nana...I really do love you. If my mother was still alive, I'm sure she would be just like you."

Bailey stopped looking through the dresses hanging and walked over to wrap Prisana into her loving arms.

"You remind me of my daughter. If she were still alive, I'm sure she'd love you too."

Their warm heart to heart talk was interrupted by a phone call. This time, it was coming from Prisana's phone. There could be only one person that was calling her. She looked and saw Dane's name run through the front screen. Bailey gave her a squeeze of reassurance before leaving her alone to face the beast.

She took a deep breath and answered.

"I'm sorry..." the beast began to speak but she also wanted to be honest.

"And I'm sorry too, beast. I've woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. When you're ready, you can tell me the truths. It's enough for now, to know that you love me."

"Thank you lynx."

The little big secret had to be shed. Prisana couldn't keep something like this from her dearest husband and beast.

"One more thing. Your dear wife has been a bit mischevious and is currently with Bailey at Iron Horse."

There was silence that met her.

"What?"

"I knew it. Are you angry now?"

"God, no. I'm only surprised...I'm heading there now too," he actually chuckled because the coincidence was frightening. "Don't let me find you or there will be sweet hell to pay."

Sweet hell?

She bit her lip in anticipation, "If you catch me before the clock strikes twelve, then you can have your way with me. But this time if you can't, then I'll be having my way with you."

"Sounds like a game I'll be winning."

"Catch me, if you can."