Chapter 14RoseVox

Chapter 14

Rose

As I enter Vox's place, I’m drained, like someone pulled the plug on me. My whole life's been a sham, built on lies. I cried so much when I got home, I don’t have anything left in me anymore. Luckily, my father didn’t say a thing and didn’t notice my puffy face when I got out of the Institute today. Being in his presence disgusts me, like I finally understood the depth of his madness, the lengths he’s ready to go for our leader. It makes me want to vomit all over again to know that I share the roof of a man like him. A man willing to marry his own daughter to a monster. But right now, I just want to shut it all out and a ride with Vox seems like the perfect escape, a brief respite from the chaos of my life.

So I slip away from my house after midnight and walk towards his bay window, like I’m going home after a long day.

“Hi, Angel,” he says, sitting on the couch, his elbows resting on his muscular thighs. His gaze turns a softer shade of blue the second it lands on me.

“Hi,” I say silently with a sad smile on my face. Walking towards me in the living room, he laces his fingers with mine.

“Tell me,” he says with his low tone that hits me in the gut every time.

I love that he can read me like a book. That I don’t always have to write or sign, and still, he manages to tell if somethin’s wrong.

Shaking my head, I shrug a shoulder.

What can I even say?

That the men I trusted, the men who were examples for me since I was a child, are all criminals? That their hands are dripping with the blood of six innocent girls and god knows what else? That he was right from the beginning, that everything was a lie and that I was to blind to see it?

“We can ride, and then you tell me when we get there, how does that sound, Angel?” he says in a low and tender tone as if he knew I didn’t have it in me to talk right now.

How can this man always know the right words to soothe me?

“C’mon, come here,” he says, taking my hand towards the kitchen where black clothes are folded on the large countertops.

What are those?

“It’s your first ride, thought you’d like proper gear.” A small smug smile appears on his face, proud of himself for giving me my first ride. I notice his hand is trembling a bit.

Is he okay?

Taking his shaking hand in mine, I lock my eyes with his, interrogating him.

“It’s nothin’, Angel.” He shakes his head.

I furrow my brows, not buying it. He sighs, “I'll tell ya after the ride. Right now, let’s just enjoy this moment and not think about anythin’ else."

Well, this I can understand. I still wonder what’s tormenting him so much, but I keep it to myself. Vox hands me a black pair of pants and a black t-shirt with a skull and wings on it below a thick script that reads “Raven Sons”.

His club.

He’s giving me gear from his club for me to wear. My jaw drops as he hands me the last item, a black leather jacket with his name sewn on the back in white capital letters.

He did all of this for… me.

He took the time to collect the right items in the right size and have a jacket made for me. My heart pounds in my chest as the weight of what he's done sinks in. To anyone, it would just be a few black clothes, but to him, it holds a deeper meaning. The club is his life, a part of him that he’s willing to share with me. And even if I know so little about it, I remember the girl I saw at his barbecue the first time I saw him in his garden. She was wearing one of those jackets too. One with the name of her man sewn onto it.

Vox didn’t give me just any jacket.

This is a claim, a declaration of ownership.

Butterflies start to churn inside my belly, as if being claimed by Vox was the safest place I could ever be.

“Wanted to do this properly,” he says, his voice holding a tint of vulnerability that shakes me to my core. He’s anxious about my reaction, if I’ll accept it or not.

This strong, scary, tattooed biker is vulnerable… for me? My heart is pounding so hard I’m afraid it’s going to jump out right on the counter.

This isn’t about clothes or the ride, it’s bigger. And I feel like I’m witnessing something monumental as his eyes drift to the leather jacket.

He's asking me to be his in his own unique way.

And even if my world collapsed today, even if I’m bound to marry a murderer, I don’t want to think about it. Not now, not when the man I love stands before me, asking me to be his woman.

Love. There. I said it.

Pure, raw, unconditional love.

Standing on my tiptoes, I hold onto his forearm and kiss his jaw, letting myself stay there for a few more seconds, intoxicated with his manly scent and the sound of his breathing giving me goosebumps all over my body. His hand rests on my lower back, making me want to press my body against his. I catch Vox's eye, seeing the relief and anticipation swirling in those stormy depths.

My man.

Mine.

“You can change upstairs, sweetheart, I'll wait for ya.” His voice is way too cold for the command he just gave me.

Looks like I’m not the only one shaken to my core.

Giving me the clothes, he watches me as I mount the steps toward his bedroom. His gaze is burning me with intensity. I wish I could hold his - dare to kiss me stare, but I don’t. Because today was too much for me to handle, and I’m not sure my legs will be able to take another life changing moment.

As I enter his bedroom, the large inviting bed reminds me of us this morning and how much I’ve loved falling asleep in his muscular arms. It’s crazy how familiar this feels, to be in his house, to sleep here, shower, eat, watch movies.

It feels like… like… home.

As I carefully slide into the black pants and t-shirt Vox gave to me, I'm struck by how they mold my body perfectly, accentuating my curves in a way that is new and… seductive.

I don’t hate it, I really don’t. I feel like one of those girls I see in the street coming out of fashion stores with their friends.

I feel… like myself.

Noticing my reflection in the foot-length mirror in the corner of the room, I spin and admire how the stretch of the fabric shapes my thighs. This is so daring… I would never dare to step out in public dressed this way…

But you are, Rose, you’re wearing it and you’re loving it.

God, I do.

This is so much more me than my brown nightgown laid on the bed covers. Glancing at my reflection in the mirror, I see a different version of myself staring back.

It's a new sensation, wearing sexy black clothes that are meant for a woman, not a little innocent lamb like I'm used to be seen as. These are the clothes of a woman who owns her power, and even if it’s still very new, I like it better than my thick brown dresses.

Raising my eyes to my face, I run a hand down my braid. Biting my lips, I swallow a small grin.

No braids for this new version of me.

No restrictions, no rules.

Unleashing my hair, I let it fall on my shoulders, the texture wavy and flowing on me like a cascade of silk.

Turning back from the mirror, I put my dress on my forearm and reach the stairs to get back to Vox. A knot forms in the pit of my stomach, my heart pounding in my chest.

Will he like it?

Reaching the last step, I lift my face to him and get my answer right away.

Dear lord.

His eyes light up with something burning inside of them, his gaze feasting on every inch of me like a predator ready to jump on his prey. I swallow hard, the heat building in my body, his blue eyes igniting a fire within me that I’ve been trying to fight since the day I met him.

How can something so wrong feel so right?

Vox's gaze lingers on me, shamelessly tracing the curves of my body with an intensity that leaves me breathless.

God, I'm sure I’m flushed and looking like a hot mess right now.

His jaw clenches and his breathing quickens with each step I take closer to him. The tension hangs heavy in the air, so thick I could cut it with a knife. His eyes are hungry, carrying a primal fire burning bright in his pupils.

I swallow.

Hard.

No, Rose, this is wrong, you’re betrothed.

But my inner voice seems to drift farther away as each day passes, making me wonder when my last thread of obedience will finally snap. Our bodies are drawn to each other, so much so I can feel his delicious minty breath on me. Resting his hand on my hips like a husband would on his wife, he takes my chin with the other and lifts my face until our gazes melt into one another’s.

“Perfect. So fuckin’ perfect,” he says, and I blush even more at the sound of his praise.

He tsks me. “None of that, Angel. You’re breathtakin’, 'bout time you see yourself the way I see ya." His words wash over me, melting away any doubts and insecurities I had.

His words make me stronger. He makes me stronger.

“Thank you,” I say silently while he watches my mouth with intensity.

“We’re almost done,” he says, before taking the leather jacket off the counter and helping me put it on. I slip my arms into the soft sleeves, fighting the urge to nestle my face into the crook of his neck. It fits so well, I wonder how he managed to do that. With his fingers, he fastens the zipper slowly, his gaze mesmerized at how the jacket hugs my chest like a second skin. As if it was tailored just for me.

Well, you know how he did this, Rose…

I know Vox has been stalking me a bit, and as crazy as it sounds, I love knowing that he’s there for me, looking out and making sure I’m as safe as I can be. So I wouldn't be surprised if he took my measurements while I was sleeping.

You’re insane.

No, the old Rose would judge and bash me for thinking this way but not this new version. Cause if Vox taught me one thing, it’s that not everything is as black and white as I’ve been told my entire life. And if sharing this with him means dancing with his darkness, then I’ll take it.

“Lookin’ damn good, Angel,” he says, admiring the jacket on me. “How d’ya feel?”

I look around for the notebook, but he stops me.

“Try me, I’ve learned a bunch of new signs this week,” he says, wanting me to test him.

I love that he’s trying so hard to learn sign language.

“It’s different, but in a good way. Like I’ve finally met myself,” I sign, hoping he’ll catch the meaning.

With a large grin, he signs back, "I'm glad, Angel.”

He signed angel with the letters of my name and the sign of wings. Tears are threatening to burst out of me as I watch the man I love who just made up a sign for me.

This is the most thoughtful thing someone has ever done to me.

"You deserve it.” His hands move with a fluidity that surprises me. His smug face says it all. He’s so proud of making my jaw drop on the floor.

How did he learn so fast? I’m shocked and so grateful at the same time.

"You’re learning ASL so quickly," I sign back fast with excitement, a small smile spreading across my face.

“Got a pretty good motivator, sweetheart,” he says out loud, “but I’m not there yet, still got a long way until I’ll catch everythin’ you say. But I’ll get there,” he states, like it’s not even a question but a natural step to take in our relationship . As if we have a possible future together.

Could we?

How?

God, this is so confusing and beautiful at the same time. My eyes get watery. Vox senses it and he pulls me into his arms. The scent of leather and his cologne surrounds me, comforting and familiar.

"Still up for a drive?” he says, kissing my forehead, his voice low and deep.

I nod because, despite it being past midnight and being exhausted, I want to share this with him.

I’m ready for him to show me his world.

Vox

Breathtaking.

That’s what I thought when she stepped on the last stair, lookin’ like a damn goddess. The black biker clothes hugging her curves in all the right places, making the caveman in me fall on his knees.

I took her outside. I had parked the bike on the opposite side of her house, making sure no one would see her. She’s walking ahead of me, the capital letters of my name dancing on her back.

Damn.

I just gave her a property jacket like the crazy fucker that I am, anxious she wouldn’t take it or wouldn’t understand the meaning of it. But fuck, she surprised me once again when her fingers followed the shapes of the sewn letters, watching it like I had gave her the fuckin’ moon. She held my gaze long enough so that I knew she accepted it.

That she wouldn’t just wear it like any garment. She gave me a I’m your woman now look, and fuck, it almost gave me a heart attack.

Haven’t told her where we’re heading yet, I wanna surprise her. Never shared my bike with a woman, never felt like it. But with her, it’s so fuckin’ different. This is it, her first ride with me, and I want it to be perfect. I reach for the helmet I bought especially for her.

"Here," I say, gently placing it on her head and fastening the straps securely. “I won’t go too fast cause’ it’s your first,” I say, my voice softening a bit. “Just hold on to me and tap twice on my helmet if you want to show me somethin’.”

She nods with the helmet on her, making her look even more tiny than she already is.

T his small, blonde, smart, gorgeous woman will be the end of me.

Grabbing her by the sides of her waist, I lift her onto the seat, making sure she’s comfortable and protected by her gears.

Precious backpack I got here.

I straddle the beast in front of her and start the engine, the rumble of the bike filling the air. Rose's grip tightens on my waist as we pull out onto the open road, the wind whipping through her hair escaping the helmet as we pick up speed, driving away from our neighborhood.

As we tear through the night, my angel clings to me like her life depends on it.

Fuckin’ cute .

Her body's warm against mine, her grip tight as we navigate the streets of Knoxville. I catch whiffs of vanilla blending with the cool night air. With every twist and turn, I can feel her hold tightenin’ on my abs, giving me fuckin’ goosebumps everywhere, her body pressing against mine in perfect sync with the bike's moves.

When we hit that lookout spot up the mountain I wanted to bring her to, I help her to get off the bike, her hands lingering on my shoulders.

I like when she touches me. Never cared bout’ it with any women before, but with her, it’s addictive.

I remove her helmet, and I can't help but hold her gaze a moment longer than necessary, my eyes lingering on her full lips that are begging to be kissed. I can tell when she parts them that she's feelin' it, too. But she’s still holding back.

The city's spread out before us, a sea of endless lights. Thought she’d like it there. Pretty and shit.

“Did ya like it?” I motion to the bike with my chin as we sit on the ground of the hill, watchin’ over the city side by side.

“Yes,” she says silently, nodding with a tiny smile on her face.

“There she is,” I say, finally seeing her relax. “Fuckin’ wanted to put a smile on your face since ya got home .”

Home.

Fuck.

I said it like it’s ours.

Fuck, Vox, you’re way ahead of yourself.

If she caught me slipping, she acts like she hadn’t heard anythin’. Taking out the notebook and the pen I usually keep on the kitchen countertop for her, I hand them to her. Figured she could use it here. Her eyes widen as she takes them, her lower lips trembling slightly. Turnin’ her gaze back to the city lights, she whispers.

“Beautiful.” The syllables dance on her lips, making me able to read her. I’m getting better at it each day.

“Yeah, beautiful,” I say back, keeping my eyes on her the whole time.

Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

I take out a bag of popcorn from my backpack and hand it to her with a grin on my face. It’s the same brand from last time since she liked it so much.

Shaking her head, she grins and licks her lips before taking a piece into her mouth. The motion of her tongue on her lips sends a rush of heat through me.

Damn, she doesn’t even realize what she does to me.

“Wanna talk about why your eyes were red when you got out of the building today?” I ask, watching the view, giving her space to answer.

She sighs and starts to write. I expect her to turn the piece of paper toward me after a few secs, but she keeps on going, as if the words were flowing out of her. After a few minutes and four whole-ass full pages she hands it to me, her smile faltering.

I swallow the popcorn and furrow my brows while I start to read.

Holy fuck.

She wrote so fuckin’ much, from her doubts since I told her about her leader buying guns from us, to her parents forcing her to marry, to her “Shepherd” asking her for a fucking kiss, to her snooping into his office today and finding a proof of his involvement and her father’s in the murder of six girls, to her realisation that her whole community has been a lie from the beginning. And she fuckin’ got sick afterward after discovering all this shit and I wasn’t even there for her!

Damn it.

I bite my fist.

“Fuck, Angel, I take you out on a drive like it’s a fuckin’ normal day when you’ve been through all this shit.” I fist the paper and let it fall on the ground. She shakes her head like it’s no big deal but the tears on her cheeks say otherwise.

“Come here, sweetheart,” I say. Without even waiting for her to move, I grab her hips and make her straddle my laps, facing my chest, letting her head fall on my shoulder, ignoring the heat from her thighs on mine.

“That’s too fuckin’ much to feel for one person,” I say, making circular motions with my hand on her back. Never done this before but I follow my gut. She doesn’t resist, her body melting into mine as if she belongs there, and fuck, if that ain’t the most right thing in this goddamn world, then I don’t know shit about anythin’ anymore. I press a soft kiss to her hair, inhaling her scent.

We stay like this for a while, until I pull her face out of my neck, locking her blue eyes with mine.

“Your…” she coughs then winces, “…turn,” she manages to whisper, making me so fuckin’ damn proud of her for still tryin’ to talk even though she has to fight for each word to get out. Don’t want to tell her to stop doin’ it, not right now, not when she’s carrying so much on her shoulders and need support more than my obsession to protect her.

“Don’t know how to tell ya, Angel,” I say, trying to hold the sadness from my voice.

“It’s that bad?” she signs, and I get it. I nod. “Yeah, that bad.”

Shaking her head, she closes her eyes as if she was making a wish for somethin’ to not happen.

My girl. Always so fuckin’ adorable .

“Ares, my prez, wants me to head to Seattle on the 30th. We… damn it, I shouldn’t tell ya’ but we’re takin’ over another gang. It’s gonna be bloody and violent as hell, but we’ll get through it. I just… fuck.”

Can’t find the words, can’t tell her for the first time in my life I want to defy my prez. Can’t even admit it myself that I’d rather take a risk on us than expand the club territory like I’ve always wanted to do.

The club has been my number one priority since I lost my family. The guys became my brothers, guys I would take a bullet for without a single blink. Thought it would be enough, that with them, booze, occasional one-night stands and my bike, I had all the cards in hand to go on with my life.

And I had, until I met her, and then my world fell off its axis. Now I just can’t ignore how important she has become for me. Rose is sharp and brave, she’ll want to discover the world once I help her escape, and she won’t want anythin’ to do with me.

I’m fuckin’ sure of it.

Despite dreaming like a fool of some future together, truth is, she’ll most likely want to figure things out by herself, and I can’t fuckin’ blame her for it. I’ll support her no matter what. All I have is now, cause people I love tend to fuckin’ disappear from my life and I know it will happen again, cause I just ain’t lucky at this thing called life.

“Seattle? On the other side of the country?” she writes quickly, tappin’ the pen on the paper, her eyes wide and panicked.

“You’re leaving.” She keeps on writing, “What did I do?”

“Nothin’, Angel, you’re perfect. I’m the VP of the club, ya know. And I gotta do what I gotta do.” That’s it, I’m gonna put on a brave fuckin’ face and not admit how fuckin’ dead I am inside. Cause no good can come out of it, I’m just a killer and she’s… fuck, she’s everything and more and she deserve better than the life I’ve got to offer her.

“Why? Why are you doing this?” Her blue eyes are in full panic mode.

“Orders, sweetheart. At the end of the day, Ares is my prez and I owe it to him.”

“I thought…” Her lower lip trembles.

“Rose, I ain’t got anythin’ to offer you. I told ya before, I’m not a good man.”

I’m a fuckin’ coward, trying to protect you from my darkness by pushing you away.

“What does it have to do with anything? Since the moment I met you, you cared for me and helped me, and now you’re just leaving like it meant nothing?”

She’s so fuckin’ right.

Her words sink into me like a dagger to the gut. I wanna tell her so fuckin’ bad that she’s everything to me. She matters, she’s the one I want. But telling her that won’t do any good for her. Whether I’m there or not on Sunday, I’ll make sure someone will get her out of there, and then she’ll have the freedom she wants but is afraid to admit. She won’t need me, I’ll keep an eye on her from afar, letting her have a chance at starting fresh.

Putting a strand of her hair behind her ear, I sense her body pulling away from me.

Ouch. But I can’t blame her.

“I want ya to be free, Angel, to go see the world without chains and fucked up ideas in your head,” I state, cause it is true; that’s what I truly want for her, even if the price to pay is to watch her from afar.

“What I do everyday for the club, it’s… I don’t want ya close from this shit.” Cause protectin’ her is all I care about, from her cult, from her parents, and even from me. I know I wouldn’t want to hide things from her if we were… well, more . And I know she wouldn’t accept what I do, and she’d be right to.

She’s been taught about right and wrong since she was a kid, why would she accept a twisted fucker like me to share her life?

“I know you’re fuckin’ strong and you’ll figure out a way to leave those people in the past and start fresh, and it can’t happened if I’m there with ya. I live in a dark world, Angel, and I’m not sure I'll survive ya pushin’ me away once you’ll know what I do.” She takes another sheet of paper, scribbling faster than I ever saw her do before.

“My world is as dark as yours, Vox. Just please, tell me what’s eating you up so much that you want to run away from me to the other side of the country!” Her brows furrow.

“It’s not, fuck, Angel, it’s an order from Ares, it isn’t a choice.”

“We all have choices. I took the risk to come here with you tonight and you chose to leave me. You don’t think I can handle your life, you don’t trust me enough.” Her blue pools get watery.

Am I not trustin’ her enough or am I too afraid the best thing I’ll ever get to have is gonna slip from my fingers?

“Don’t, Angel,” I say, sensing her body pulling away from mine.

“Take me back.” She pushes her hands on the ground to help her stand up.

“Angel, no, it’s not–” And fuck, what I was afraid of is hittin’ me back in the face. All I wanted was to free her from her life, but in the fuckin’ process, or maybe since day one, cause I acted like a fuckin’ asshole afraid of my feelings, I fell for her hard and now I’m just the bastard makin’ her cry when all I wanted in the first place was to protect her.

That’s it, Vox, wake the fuck up.

She’s it.

Don’t fuckin’ blow this off cause of some fuckin’ trauma from your past.

The next words burst out of me, catchin’ me off guard and yet they sound too fuckin’ good to stop them. “Come with me.”

“To Seattle?” she writes.

“Yeah.”

This could work, us, far away from here. She’d get a fresh start.

“So one minute you’re leaving me and now you want me to come with you?” she writes.

I swallow hard like the jackass I am.

“It’s not like that, Angel.”

I was afraid to break my walls until her, but she changed everythin’.

“I thought we were something, Vox, I thought there was an us .”

A tear falls on her cheek. She signs and for the first time, I wish I didn’t get what she told me.

“There is, Rose. Fuck, Angel, don’t do this.” My heart pumps harder than ever.

She walks away and I follow her, while the floor disappears under me, losing all hope.

Have I destroyed the only good thing that ever came in my life just because I was too fuckin’ slow to realise I loved her? I fuckin’ hate myself.

“Rose,” I say, pleading then grabbing her wrist but she pushes me away. I never faced this kind of situation, and I don’t know how to fuckin’ act.

I’d never had to… fight for someone.

“Let me go,” she mouths, spelling it clearly to make it clear.

“I can’t, Angel, you’re… you’re.”

But I can’t, the words I’m afraid to say stay stuck in my throat, unable to come out.

You’re my person is what I should say, but instead she walks back to the bike. Memories of my family dying in the car accident flash before my eyes. My chest aches from the reminder of their blooded faces. The people I cared about the most. And just like that, they were erased from this earth.

So repair your fuckin’ mistake now before you lose another one of them, a voice yells in my head.

And because I ain’t got nothin’ to lose anymore, cause I just got the electrical shock I needed to understand that losing her isn’t a fuckin’ option, I get closer, lockin’ my eyes with hers, stopping myself from grabbing her hips, our bodies drawn to each other like magnets.

“I ain’t good at words and shit, Rose,” I say, calling her by her name to shake her.

“But I’m done with this bullshit.” I grab the side of her throat, making my point.

“You’re mine, Angel, you’ve being mine since you’ve watch me from your window that day, you were mine when I tucked you in your bed after you got fuckin’ drowned, you were mine when we danced in my living room, and even if I’ve been dying like a fuckin’ starved man for you, Rose, I’ve being holdin’ back cause I know how much it means to ya and I’m willin’ to wait until you’re ready for us.”

Her pulse pounds in my palm, the pace quickening with every second.

“So I won’t give up cause of some fucked up misunderstandin’ or cause I’ve been too fuckin’ slow to catch up on my feelin’s for ya.” My voice is rough and harsh, hoping to get a reaction out of her.

I keep going, cause I ain’t fuckin’ done here.

She wanted me, she got it.

Dark, twisted, broken me.

All of it.

“I’m gonna fight for ya, Rose, even if that’s the last thing I do. I tried to push you away but, fuck, I just don’t want this life without ya, Angel. So run, hide, walk away, it won’t work. I’ll chase you until there’s not a corner of this earth that hasn’t been searched. No matter where you are, I will always find you, cause you're as much mine as I’m yours.”

And because there’s nothing more to say that could be enough to express what our bodies have been craving us to do for weeks, I rest my hand on her hip, pulling her close enough so that our noses touch, begging silently for her to let me in.

Won’t take what’s not freely given.

I wait for her while my heart pounds in my chest, so fuckin’ loud I swear I can hear it.

As her lips hesitantly brush against mine, I suck in a sharp breath, her name escaping me in a low growl, “Rose,” and I crash my lips on hers, like a starved man finding sustenance at last. She's taken aback at first, but quickly matches my intensity and soon gives me back as good as she gets.

It's as if the floodgates have finally been opened, our bodies fed up of holding back, her lips meltin’ against mine like they were fuckin’ meant to.

“Mine,” I growl.

It isn’t sweet or tender. It’s messy, raw and so fuckin’ consumin’. Her hands explore beneath my shirt, tracing the lines of my abs with a boldness I hadn’t seen comin’. I pull her closer, one hand firm on her nape, the other possessively gripping her lower back against me. Every touch, every lick of her tongue against mine makes me want her even more. I can tell she’s breathless, but she keeps going, kissin’ me like I’m her oxygen, her reason to live.

This ain't no fairytale kiss, it's carnal and fuckin’ breathtakin’.

Just like her.

Thought I knew what hunger was before, turns out, I’m discoverin’ it right now, after twenty-eight years on this earth. This little innocent woman just broke the walls of my dark heart, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it.

Breakin’ our kiss before this gets out of hand, I raise her chin, her blue eyes staring at mine. She gives me a small shy smile, her eyes drifting back to my lips.

Fuck, she’s perfect.

“Wanted to do this for a while, Angel,” I say, amazed at what just happened, cupping her cheek. She chuckles silently, making me fall for her even more.

Yeah, my girl’s laugh is definitely my favorite sound in the world.

I didn’t expect this evening to turn out like that, but at least it ends up with her in my arms and it’s all that fuckin’ matters.

“Alright, let’s go home, sweetheart,” I whisper, kissin’ her temple.

It’s already late. I don’t want her to be exhausted tomorrow. We gotta get her back home and then I'll go to the club.

There’s gotta be somethin’ that could make Ares change his mind.

Anything.

It’s about time I leave the past behind me.