This is our home, and despite the hurricane of feelings I have right now, there’s still so much to process,years’worth. So many questions lining up in my head and fighting with the need for answers.
Where did you go?
How do you know about Sumus?
What did your letter say?
Are you still in love with me as much as I am with you?
“My people will clear the house. You two are coming with us.” He finally pockets the phone, giving me his full attention.
There’s a deadly concoction brewing in me.
My heart skittering that he’s swooping me out of here, taking me with him after years apart.
My independence, on the other hand?
It’s ready to crack its foot down that he’s just outright demanded we leave without knowing what’s going on.
“No, you can tell me first, before Gina gets back. You can’t just show up here and bark fucking orders, Saint. Let’s not forget you chased me with a gun less than twenty-four hours ago.”
A knowing, wicked smile comes over his face, his eyes darkening with a look that I’ve been all too familiar with in the past.
It’s like a ravenous hunger, and those same damn feelings dust themselves off inside me, rising like a phoenix from their ashes as he steps closer to me.
“A feisty little thing now, aren’t you? You used to love the chase.”
He looks me up and down, and it dawns on me that I’m almost naked.
There was a time I was the shyest person in the world around him, and then he coerced something feral out of me.
Moulding me into a woman who was confident around her man, but most importantly,herself.
One who would willingly drop to her knees to obey the creature before her, do anything to please him.
I managed to crawl my way back, only this time the inside of me mirrors a darkness I used to glimpse inside of him.
I was reborn the minute I took another’s life, and I’ve never looked back since.
He steps another foot forward, and my back hits against the wall. Butterflies erupt in my chest as he cages me in, his thick arms going to either side of my head, the veins protruding against his inked forearms.
His darkening gaze lazily roams over me, igniting heat over the laser trail he leaves on my skin, awakening a need deep inside my core.
“Put some clothes on. I’m not in the mood to kill anyone on my team today.”
21
Indie
Let Down - Cover - Mack Lorén
Age Twenty-Two
It’sbeenweeksnow,and I can’t get a full night’s rest.
I’m tortured in my sleep with nightmares, and flashbacks when I’m awake.
I don’t know what peace feels like anymore. I can’t think straight; I can’t take a deep breath without feeling like my chest will implode.
