It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Madison was a release. The best release I’d ever had—but a release, nonetheless. And he’s become so much more.
He fits with me like the sharpest jigsaw to my fucked-up edges, and I never thought someone like that could exist.
But there’s only one problem.
He…
I don’t think he feels the same way.
How could he when he’s utterly terrified of someone—something—that’s a part of me?
Static is who I am, partially. He’s who I get to be when I need a release of everything that’s going on in my life. He’s the perfect outlet—and a healthy one at that.
I know I could’ve chosen a million different things because of the way Kase and I grew up, but when the carnival job fell into our hands, it kind of just played out this way. Fate or whatever you want to call it.
I have no regrets because I wouldn’t be where I am. I wouldn’t be as…healthy….As I am right now without Mayhem and the people that I work with, but Madison…
Fuck.
Madison has made me realize there’s more to life than just scarin’, partyin’, and fuckin’.
I want more.
And I want him.
But not if he doesn’t want me, too.
I can’t take his free will from him.
Not this time.
“Madison,” I breathe against him, nearly choking on the words. They burn as they come out, and I hate the sting in my eyes.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“What do you want?”
His bottom lip is trembling as he stares up at me, the white light flashing. “What do you mean?”
“Tell me,” I demand, grabbing the hair at the back of his head to tilt it back. “Tell me what you want from me.”
And in the span of ten seconds, I see it all flash before his eyes.
Worry, angst, fear. Indignation and resolve, before he finally settles on something close to determination if the hard set of his mouth is anything to go by.
I want to kiss it.
“I want you to take it all.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Yes
Madison
I’m lost in the depth of Static’s ghostly white eyes, and for the first time since I walked into Mayhem, I wish I was looking at Cedrick.
