Because I’m always in danger, no matter how many times I tell Bay I’m safe.
However, she is.
She was.
She was until I gave her the green light to seduce Baby Wildes and win over Reeve Stanton.
Never did I think I was fucking myself over in that moment.
I didn’t believe she was capable of loving the enemy. I was under the impression her hatred for them ran as deep as my own.
It didn’t.
Or it changed.
However, my feelings for her never have, while I got to watch her pine and troll over those pricks.
When Torin discovered what happened to Judah and he got me locked up, she needed to make some life changes. Then she got her heart broken on top of it.
And Bay wasn’t the only one.
I’ve loved her since I was a mangy kid with a fucked-up mom and a wild streak to wreak havoc. I’ve watched and protected her like it was a job when it became a life mission.
A want.
A need.
Something I didn’t mind doing because Roger adored her, and it wasn’t hard to follow suit.
Except I’ve never acted on those emotions because I never wanted to fuck up what she and I have.
Love, loyalty, trust, and an understanding.
There isn’t another person in this world who I would move Heaven and Earth for. We’re a fucking team. Bay is the Bonnie to my Clyde, and we’ve been ride-or-dies for over a decade.
And while she may be in love with two other dudes, I’m never leaving her.
It’s fucking stupid, I know.
I’ve tried to convince myself I can’t keep her a million times. That she’s not mine, and no one can touch her.
Even though I’ve come so close to offing Wildes myself and blowing Reeve’s dick off so he can never use it again.
Especially after the fake rape video.
If I didn’t love Bay so much, he would’ve died that day. If I could’ve moved Roger, Mae, Ellie, and Bay out of South Shore after I assassinated Torin Wildes, I would’ve done that too.
But I could never be the cause of such grief, especially when I’ve noticed Torin developed a relationship with her. When she was dating the man who just sprayed me with lead and not even his stupid ass could talk himself out of such a bad idea.
And me…I could never, stupidly enough, break her in two because the pain would be worse than the shit I’m experiencing now.
It was probably for the best I didn’t kill him.
His body as a shield may have saved me, though it doesn’t feel like it. And fuck me, if this stupid motherfucker dies with me on the street like we were working together, I’ll kill myself again.
The loud rev of a SUV approaching foggily fills my ears as a spray of gunshots rings out around us again.
Glass breaks, shouts of men ring out, and Juice and Hot Rod are hollering orders I can’t fully digest.
