It was tired of taking scraps.
It was tired of not belonging to someone.
It was tired of just beating for me.
Not when it was meant to beat for three people.
Cole, Madalyn, and Bronson.
My mouth spoke, taking care of my heart before my brain could stop it, “Okay.”
Bronson’s whiskey-colored eyes locked with mine as he whispered, “Yeah?”
I nodded, “Yeah.”
And that was when he wrapped his large, calloused hand around the side of my neck and rested his forehead against mine, and then he whispered, “Thank fuck.”
‘When in a relationship, a real man doesn’t make his woman jealous of others, he makes others jealous of his woman.’
– Bronson’s Secret Thoughts.
Chapter 18
Bronson
Cole, Bax, and I finished carrying all of Lila’s things into our house.
I saw Lila looking around while biting her bottom lip. Seeing the unease that was clearly written on her face, I asked, “What’s wrong?”
She sighed, “Are you sure this is what you want?”
I winked down at her, “Only been sure about four things in my life. Fighting. Cole. Madalyn. You.”
I pressed a kiss on the tip of her cute as fuck nose.
She sighed, “Crazy.”
I chuckled, “Got hit too many times in the head.”
But when she wanted to move to one of the guest rooms, I stood firm on that.
“Spent the past week without you at my side, baby. Not doing it anymore. Not doing it until God himself tears you from my grasp. And baby, I got a strong fucking grip. Okay?”
At my words, a tear trailed down her cheek.
Her stuff was now mingled in our bedroom, and that was where she was going to stay.
After I had shared my deepest secret with her and she agreed to give me another chance, one I wasn’t going to fuck up with, I asked them to come back into the house.
We argued, Bax and I did.
The ending result was me getting punched by Bax for what I did to Lila.
I earned that punch and even gave him free rein if I dared to hurt her again.
Lila and I were taking things slow.
I was determined to fully prove to her that I was in this, and I was staying in this.
