Текст книги "Royal Savage"

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I HAVE TO ADMIT THAT hearing from Royal was completely unexpected and surprised the hell out of me. I expected it to be Colton again, since he has already texted me twice today to tell me how much he misses me.

So when I saw Royal’s name flash across the screen, my heart jumped with excitement.

I’m dying inside to pick up my phone and continue talking to him, but I can’t until I’m done with my client and it’s making me shaky with anticipation.

Last night after he tattooed me, I went to his bed alone and tried my hardest to fall asleep, but all I could think about was the way it felt to have him inside of me, holding and kissing me. I’ve never felt something so pleasurable and intense in my life. It was absolute torture trying to fall asleep alone in his bed when all I wanted to do was feel him inside of me again.

My emotions were all over the place after that, and when I woke up in the middle of the night to see him lying there, all I wanted to do was look at how beautiful and peaceful he looked when he didn’t have be awake and hurting. He’s a beautiful, tortured soul, and seeing him in peace made my heart melt.

I had to stop myself over and over again from reaching over and touching his beautiful, soft lips. Having them so close caused an ache inside of me, craving to lean over and taste him again.

Knowing that I wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep with all of the emotions he brings out of me, I left and went home to sleep in my own bed.

Now that he’s texted me, I’m left with wondering what he’s thinking. Since he asked me if I was on lunch, I’m guessing he wants to talk about what happened last night.

It has my nerves completely working overtime right now and I’m hoping I can get my client out of here without a lopsided haircut.

“Can you take a little more off the right side?” My client asks. She turns her head from side to side, checking it out in the mirror. “Yeah, just a tad bit more. It’s not really even with the left side.”

I force a smile. “Of course. Let me take a quick look.” Checking out her hair, I turn the chair to the side to face me, to get a better look.

Then I carefully trim the right side to match the left. “Looks good to me. Take a look and let me know if you want me to fix anything else.”

I turn her chair back around and step back as she checks out her hair in the mirror.

My heart almost stops when I hear a motorcycle pull up outside of the salon.

Swallowing, I look over to see Royal hop off his bike, shirtless, with his hair pulled up into a bun. It instantly gives me naughty thoughts, bringing me back to last night. He’s so rough and fucking dirty.

Ellie must notice him at the same time as I do, because before I know it, she’s staring at the door and fixing her red hair. “Holy . . .”

She hits Anne’s arm, causing her to look over as well. “That man must be my lunch. Damn . . . I’d eat him right up.”

Ignoring them, I turn back to my client in hopes to get her the hell out of here before I freak out. “How does it look? Everything good?” I ask in a hurry.

She runs her fingers through her graying hair and lets out a small breath. “Looks even enough . . .” She stares into the mirror for a few more seconds, before turning around to face me right as the bell on the door dings.

Her eyes widen as she looks over at the door to see Royal walk in shirtless. Then she quickly reaches into her purse and pulls out a twenty, acting like she’s in a hurry to get the hell out of here. “Here. Keep the change. I’ll just call and make my next appointment.”

Keeping her distance from Royal, she squeezes past him and rushes to her car, most likely locking the doors once inside.

I can’t help but to smile at Royal as he lifts a brow and then turns to watch the lady speed off. “What can I say . . . She just can’t handle sexy very well. Her poor heart probably can’t handle it.”

“That’s most likely it,” he says stiffly. “Good thing I decided at last minute to wear pants.”

“You can take them off,” Anne says quickly.

“We don’t mind,” Ellie adds in. “Not one bit.”

My stomach knots up at the thought of Anne and Ellie getting a chance to see what’s under Royal’s jeans. It makes me sick with unwanted jealousy.

Royal must notice my discomfort, because before I know it, his arm is around my waist pulling me to him.

Wrapping his hand into the back of my hair, he slams his lips against mine, roughly sucking my bottom lip into his mouth as he pulls away. “You left last night,” he says tightly. “Don’t fucking do that shit again without me knowing that you’re safe. Got it?”

The intense look in his eyes has me nodding my head in agreement. “Yes.”

“Good.” His eyes search mine as if he’s trying to tell if I mean it or not. “Come on.” He grabs my hand and pulls me outside, leaving everyone watching us through the window.

He notices me watching them, so he places his hand on my chin, bringing my attention back to him. “Why did you leave in the middle of the night?”

I close my eyes as he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “I couldn’t sleep,” I admit. “So I left to sleep in my own bed.”

“Why couldn’t you sleep? And no bullshit, Avalon.”

I swallow as I watch him watching his thumb as it slides across my lip again. “Because I wanted to touch you,” I admit. “But I didn’t know if you wanted me to.”

He inhales deeply and slowly releases it, looking taken aback with my response. “You still hungry?” He asks, changing the subject.

I nod my head, glad for the change of topic. “Yes. I’m starving.”

He releases my chin and grabs for a brown paper bag that is sitting on the seat of his bike. “It’s the biggest, juiciest steak sandwich that I could get. It should help you get through the day.”

Opening the bag, I place my nose in the top and sniff. “Oh my god . . .” I take another quick whiff, feeling my stomach rumble in anticipation. “It smells like heaven. Thank you!”

Feeling thankful that he came here just to bring me lunch, I grab him by the back of the neck and pull him to me, kissing him.

My heart goes crazy as he kisses me back, his lips tasting me just about as desperately as I need to taste him.

Without breaking the kiss, he grips my thighs, pulling me up to wrap my legs around his waist.

I feel him growl into my mouth, before he bites my bottom lip and roughly grips my ass, as if he wants nothing more than to fuck me roughly right here.

“Come over tonight,” he demands, against my lips.

Every part of me wishes that I could say yes. This is such a shitty feeling.

“I can’t,” I breathe. “I told Madison that I’d go out with her tonight.”

“Where?” His jaw clenches as he pulls me closer against him, slightly grinding his hips into me.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper, barely able to keep my control. “Hooligans. She needs a night out of dancing and doesn’t want to go alone.”

He grabs the back of my neck and meets my eyes. “You two are going alone?”

“Yes. We usually do.”

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, slowly releasing it against my lips. “Call me if you need me.”

“Alright,” I agree.

“Okay,” he says, setting me back down to my feet and looking me over in my jeans and white tank top. “Eat your lunch before your time is up. I need to go before I take up all of your time.”

I stand here with my lunch in hand, watching as he walks over to his bike and straddles it. “Thanks for lunch. I’ll let you know how it tastes.”

He nods his head and starts his bike, before quickly taking off, leaving me standing here with a racing heart and a sore lip from his bite.

I’ve never craved to be bitten so badly in my damn life. This man makes me want to be tied up to a bed and have every inch of my body bitten by his glorious fucking mouth.

That’s the power he has over me, and I could care less what anyone thinks about him.

I’ve never felt so alive in my entire life . . .

WE’VE BEEN AT HOOLIGANS FOR less than twenty minutes and I’m already in the mood to just go home, strip out of this stupid dress that Madison talked me into wearing, and text Royal.

I’ve never really been comfortable in dance clubs to begin with, so having Royal on my mind is making me ten times more anxious to push all of these sweaty, hip thrusting horn balls away from my private space and leave.

I swear if one more asshole “accidently” grinds their limp dick against my ass, I’m going to take off my heel and stab their precious manhood with it.

“Loosen up, chick!” Madison screams over the music, while pulling me closer into her dancing space, nearly spilling her drink all over me. “There are so many hot guys here. Look around you and choose one, before I choose one for you. I swear you need to get laid.”

I look around me and tilt back my beer, scoping out the room of wild, drunken men. None of them appeal to me . . . because none of them are Royal. I want tattoos, long hair, leather jackets, and a sexy beard covering an even sexier mouth: a dirty one. I want to feel a rush, just by being in his presence.

Looking around this room just has me bored out of my mind.

“I’m good, Madi. I don’t need some douche rubbing his dick all over my ass and trying to grope my tits to get off. I’m here for you.” I force a smile and hold my beer up. “Plus, I already got laid.” I tilt my beer back and walk away to the bar, before she can bombard me with questions.

I hold up my empty beer to the bartender, when she notices me standing there. “Another, please.”

Madison appears next to me, grabbing my arm to spin me around. “You slept with Royal?” Her eyes widen when I slightly smile. “God, you’re a lucky bitch. I bet he was damn good too. I’ve heard shit about men with beards. I know they’re orgasm donors and you definitely needed a donation.”

“Well thanks, jerk. You make me sound pathetic.” I grab my beer and pay the bartender, before grabbing her arm and pulling her through the crowd with me. “You heard right though. He was definitely good. The fucking best,” I say truthfully. “Now let’s dance so you can get it out of your system and we can go. I’m not liking it here and I’m getting grouchy from all of these jerkoffs grinding on me.”

“Ugh! You’re no fun sometimes,” she complains, while lacing her fingers through my free hand and swaying her hips to the slow rhythm. “Two hours and then we can leave. No sooner, dammit.”

Forty minutes later . . . and unfortunately she’s not bored with forcing me to dance with her yet. Every time I try to step away she pulls me back to her and captures me in her ninja grip.

Sweaty and out of breath, I finally escape and reach for my phone when I feel it vibrate in my purse. THANK YOU! “Give me a sec,” I say breathless. “My phone is going off.”

Pulling it out to look at it, my heart drops when I see Colton’s name flash across the screen. It’s not the name that I was hoping to see and disappointment quickly sinks in.

Colton: Are you having fun dancing? You look sexy in that dress.

Huffing, I look around the room in search of the jerk. He knows damn well that Madison likes to drag me here every couple of weeks, so I’m really not surprised that he’s here.

It takes me a few seconds to spot him across the bar, watching me from one of the small tables. He’s dressed all slick in a black shirt and dress pants, fitting in perfectly with the rest of the guys here.

Avalon: Trying to, Colton. Please don’t come over here and start anything. We’re leaving soon.

Colton: I just want to dance with you. Nothing more. Stay . . .

I look up from my phone and shake my head in annoyance. I really don’t want to deal with him tonight. Every time I think about him, it angers me.

“What’s wrong?” Madison questions over some guy’s shoulder that she randomly started dancing with when I escaped her grip. “Who is it?”

“Colton,” I say stiffly. “He’s here.”

“Great!” Madison scoffs. “He’s such a pain in the ass. He better not come over here.”

Avalon: That’s not a good idea . . . No.

By the time I hit send and look back up from my phone, Colton is standing in front of me, giving me a creepy ass smile.

“Crap, Colton.” I shove my phone into my purse and take a step back when he gets too close for my liking. “I really don’t think it’s a good idea for us to dance and I honestly don’t want to.”

“Why?” He questions, while fixing his watch and rolling up his sleeves. “We dated for six months and you can’t let me have one fucking dance?”

“Take a hike, Asshole.” Madison eyes him up and down as if she’s a vicious junkyard dog, ready to bite his balls off. “She said she doesn’t want to dance. Don’t you have some pants to go piss or something,” she says with hope.

Colton ignores Madison and turns back to face me. “We’re both already here . . . might as well try to be civil and enjoy the night. We used to have fun, remember?”

I release a small breath as Colton reaches out and grabs my hip, rubbing his thumb over my side. “Used to,” I remind him, while pushing his hand away. “As in we don’t anymore and I don’t want to. Please,” I say in aggravation. “Just drop it and go back to the other side of the bar. I don’t want to fucking dance.”

“Avalon.”

I freeze at the sound of my name and slowly look up to see Royal pushing his way past a dancing couple with Blaine following at his feet, looking intense.

My heart stops in my chest at the sight of him looking so damn sexy and lethal in his beat-up leather jacket. His eyes are so fierce as he looks Colton over that it even makes me nervous at what he might do.

“Back the fuck off.” Facing Colton, he pushes in between us and protectively guides me behind him with his arm. “She’s with me, and she’ll only be dancing with me, motherfucker.”

Royal and Colton stare each other down for a few seconds, before Colton finally speaks. “No way she’s with a fuck up like you.” He motions around the room. “You don’t belong here. Look around, asshole. Go back to your own shithole of a bar and let me work things out with my woman. You had your fun at dinner, but it’s done now.”

“I’m not your woman,” I seethe. “And as far as I see it, you’re the one that fucked up. We’re done.”

Royal tilts his head from the sound of my voice and then turns around to face me.

I swallow from my nerves as his eyes search mine with an intensity that makes my heart skip a few beats. His power makes me want to break down at his feet and beg for him to take me: any and every part of me.

“Come here,” he demands.

My breath hitches in my throat as he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me to him, not waiting for me to obey.

His lips lightly brush mine, making me release a small breath of desire, before possessively claiming them as if to tell the whole fucking room that I’m here with him and to back the fuck off.

It feels so good, and is something I wasn’t used to with Colton. I was always lucky if he even acknowledged we were in the same damn room.

Kissing me hard and deep, he moves both hands up to grab my hair, tugging gently as he deepens the kiss. While breathing hard against my lips, he finally pulls away, roughly biting my bottom lip to leave his mark.

“You’re here with me now,” he says firmly. “No one fucks with you. Not even my brother.”

“Are you shitting me, Marie? You’re going to let him kiss you like that? Get over here with me. Now.”

Releasing my hair, Royal turns to face Colton again, but gets up close and personal in his face this time. “Do I need to fuck her in front of you for you to get the fucking hint, brother? Leave. Her. The. Fuck. Alone. Touch her again and I’ll slit your fucking throat. Don’t test me.”

“Fuck you both. You’re a crazy lunatic and she’ll figure it out soon enough.” Colton pulls out his phone and grins as he looks away from it as if he’s just won something. “I have better pussy waiting for me anyway. You remember Misty, right? Not that dried up shit . . .”

Before Colton can finish, Royal swings out hard, punching him right in the mouth. Colton falls back into some guy that pushes him back to his feet and complains about him spilling his beer.

“Watch what the fuck you say,” Royal growls. “Better show her some fucking respect.”

Grabbing his mouth, Colton looks at me as if I should feel sympathy for his ass. “That’s really the kind of guy you want? He just fucking punched me in the middle of a nightclub. He’s crazy as hell.”

Closing my mouth from the initial shock of Royal swinging at him, I smile with confidence and run my hand over Royal’s dick, before moving it up his body to stop on his stiff abs. He needs to see just how much better Royal is than him. I’m sick of his shit.

“Yes, because unlike you . . . your brother knows how to work his big cock and keep my pussy wet.” I try to pull my hand away from Royal’s body, but he grabs my wrist, stopping me. “So fuck you, Colton,” I continue. “I’m here with Royal.”

“Fine. Whatever. I’m out of here.” Colton turns around and bumps into Blaine, flinching when Blaine playfully flexes at him.

Blaine lifts a brow and smirks in amusement as Colton backs away and walks around him.

“Fuck, I’ve always hated that walking douche,” Blaine says with an amused laugh, while watching Colton shove the door open and leave.

“Me too,” Madison agrees. “I’ve been telling this chica over here that for months.” She shakes her head at me and rolls her eyes. “Thank God, she finally dumped his pussy ass. Her vagina was aching for some real action.”

“Seriously!” I give Madison a hard look, but then look over at Royal as he slips his arm around my waist and pulls me against him.

God . . . I love it when he touches me. Probably a lot more than I should.

“How long have you been here?” I ask, while looking him over, suddenly curious as to how long he’s been hanging around.

“Long enough to make sure no assholes bother you while dancing.” He presses his lips to mine again, before pulling away and licking his bottom lip off. “Let’s get out of here. You girls follow us to Savage & Ink.”

Blaine steps up to Madison and picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder with a cocky smirk. “You’re mine tonight, babe. You got a problem with that?”

Madison squeals and grabs onto the back of Blaine’s jacket as he turns a bit to look at the guy Madison was previously dancing with before the show went down. “Definitely not, as long as you’ll be handling me like this. Fuck dancing. Let’s get out of here, Ava.” She glances over to the somewhat scared looking guy. “Sorry, guy. Thanks for the dance.”

Blaine takes off walking toward the door in a hurry and Royal reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me through the crowd behind them.

By the time we make it outside, Blaine has Madison backed up against her car, leaning in close to her neck. They’re talking, but I can’t make out anything that they’re saying.

“You riding with your friend or me?” Royal questions, grabbing my attention.

I turn back to Madison and watch, as she pulls out her keys, ready to unlock her door. “I’ll ride with Madison since she’s not leaving her car here.” I run my hand through my tangled hair, fixing it a bit. “We’ll meet you there.”

Smiling, I back away and walk over to Madison, pulling her away from Blaine’s sexy, dirty ass. “We’ll meet you guys there, Playboy. Just keep it in your damn pants a little longer. Zip it back up.”

“I’ll try my best,” he says while checking out Madison’s ass and then walking over to join Royal by the bikes.

“I guess you got what you wanted. Thanks to those sexy men. You better be sure to thank Royal later.” Madison smiles at me over the top of her car and then opens the door, jumping inside.

“I want to,” I say to myself, while watching Royal watch me. “So damn bad.”

They wait until we’re both in the car safely, before starting their bikes and taking off for us to follow them.

ONCE WE PULL INTO THE back of Savage & Ink, Madison turns off her car and starts checking herself over in the mirror. “I’m so damn sweaty and my hair looks like ass.”

She runs her hands through her hair a few times and then turns to me. “Better?”

“Do you really think Blaine cares what your hair looks like? I’m pretty sure he plans to mess it up later.”

She perks up and watches Royal and Blaine through the window as they park their bikes and start walking our way. “Damn, I hope so. Everything about that boy is ultra-sexy.”

I laugh and reach for my purse, joining her in watching the boys talking while slowly making their way over. “What about Jax?”

“I’m willing to take them both.”

My heart slightly jumps as Royal pulls the door open and reaches for my hand, pulling me out to my feet.

“Thanks.” I give Royal a thankful smile and look over to see Blaine on the other side of the car as Royal shuts the door for me.

“Oh damn,” Madison says, while eyeing Blaine up and down in his leather jacket and ripped jeans, as he guides her out of the car and to the back door. “Sexy as hell, tough as nails, and knows how to open doors for ladies. God, I’ve been missing out on so much for the last twenty-two years.”

“I can make up for it,” Blaine says playfully, while slapping her ass, making her yelp. “Damn you have one fine ass, girl. Stay close to me when we get inside.”

Royal shakes his head at his friend and possessively grabs for my hand, pulling me against him. “Tonight should be pretty calm, but if someone makes you feel uncomfortable, let me know and they’re out. No fucking exceptions. You’re here with me and I take care of you.”

With my heart pounding from his words, I nod my head and walk in front of him as he holds the door open for me to walk in first.

I notice right away that it’s a lot quieter than the last time we were here and I’m hoping that’s a good sign, and that nothing crazy like the last time we were here will go down.

I’ve already seen Royal knock a grown man on his ass tonight and I can’t deny that it oddly turned me on. Something about his demanding and powerful tone sets my whole body ablaze with a need that is impossible for me to snuff out.

With his hand still in mine, Royal walks straight up to the bar and pulls out a stool for me to sit on.

As soon as my ass hits the stool, he places both of his hands around my face and looks me in the eyes. “Stay here while I grab us some drinks.”

He turns to Blaine who has Madison sitting one stool over from me, standing between her legs. “Don’t let anyone even breathe on her. Got it?”

Blaine smirks. “I can handle both girls. No need to worry.”

“Fuck you.” With that, Royal walks away and joins Jax behind the bar.

I see them both talking, but can’t make out anything over the rock music playing softly in the background.

A few minutes later, Royal walks back around to my side of the bar and places two beers down for us, as Jax places a beer down in front of Blaine and a mixed drink for Madison.

Jax smiles at me and runs a hand over his firm chest. “Hey, babe. Sorry about the show the other night.”

I smile back, trying to block out the memory of his firm ass flexing over the table as he pounded roughly into that girl. “Hey, Jax.” I take a sip of my beer, watching him over the top. Yeah, I can’t block it out, so I quickly pull my eyes away. “It was quite a show.”

Royal gives Jax a hard look and pulls my stool closer to him. “Thanks for fucking up my table, asshole. I set some shit on it earlier and one of the legs gave out.”

“Really?” Jax questions with cockiness. He turns to Madison, looking her over as Blaine wraps her legs around his waist. “I like to play hard. Shit gets broken sometimes.”

Madison’s eyes widen and Blaine watches her with a grin as if he’s enjoying her reaction.

“When the fuck did Matthew get here?” Jax suddenly grinds out. “He’s with his boy again.”

Royal turns behind him, setting his sights on some rough, dirty guy that is here with some boy that looks to be in his teens. He looks like he’s been drinking since the ass crack of dawn, and is pushing the teenage boy around, yelling at him as they play pool.

“That fucking piece of shit!” Royal suddenly shoots straight up to his feet. “Stay here.” He punches Blaine’s shoulder to get his attention. “Let’s go.”

Blaine finally looks over to see what Royal is so pissed about. “Well he fucked up now. Damn idiot.” He pushes away from Madison and follows Royal over to the pool table.

Looking harder to see what’s going on, I notice that the kid has a black eye and what looks to be some bruises on his arm, so I quickly jump to my feet, ignoring Royal’s demand to stay seated. “What the hell.”

Royal shoves the father into the wall, before grabbing the boy’s face and looking him over.

His eyes go so fucking dark that my heart stops beating. I’ve never seen Royal look so pissed before and I know that something is about to go down.

“Blaine . . . take the kid for a minute.”

I quickly rush over and grab the boy’s hand. “I got him.”

Royal’s nostrils flare in anger as he looks me over, realizing that I disobeyed him, but he quickly turns his anger to the drunken guy as I hurriedly pull the kid away and start walking back over to the bar where Jax is.

Turning the stool away from the scene, I help the kid take a seat and ask Jax to get him a soda. “How old are you, kid?” I ask with a slight smile to comfort him.

The kid refuses to look me in the eye as he answers. “Fourteen.”

“Is he okay,” Madison questions over my shoulder.

I glance up when I hear a loud noise, to see that Royal has the guy across the top of the pool table and is repeatedly punching him, while screaming threats in his face.

The kid tries looking, but I grab his chin like Royal always does to me to stop him.

“Is he hurting my dad?”

I swallow, not knowing how to answer that.

“He deserves it,” the kid says. “I don’t like it when he hurts me, but I’m not big enough to stop him.”

My hearts aches from the sadness in his voice, and suddenly I want to hurt his father myself.

“What’s your name, kid?” I question softly.

“Ian Bradley,” he answers. “Is that guy going to make him stop hurting me?”

“Yes,” I answer without thinking. I have a feeling that after Royal is done with him, that fucker will be too sore to do anything for a while. “He’ll do everything he can to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” I run my thumb over his bruised eye. “Stay here.”

Storming my way over to the pool table, I stop dead in my tracks when Royal pulls out a gun and shoves it in the guy’s mouth.

The guy starts mumbling and trying to pull away, but Blaine grabs the back of his head and holds it still.

“You like the way my gun fucking tastes, you piece of shit?”

The guy shakes his head in a panic.

“No! No, motherfucker!” Royal shoves the gun deeper into his mouth and pulls back the hammer, making him squirm and drool as he struggles to get away. “Touch your kid again, and next time you’ll be tasting my fucking bullet.”

Blaine slaps the back of the guy’s head as he starts mumbling something over and over again. “I can’t fucking hear you,” he says in his ear. “Gonna have to talk louder.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles louder so we can all hear this time. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Remember that shit,” Royal barks. “Be expecting visits from me for a while.”

He pulls his gun out of the guy’s mouth and leans his head back in frustration as he notices me watching him.

His eyes stay on me for a few seconds as if he’s trying to read me, before he turns to Blaine. “Make sure the kid can remember my number by heart. Don’t let them leave until he can repeat it back on his own.”

“Fucking done,” Blaine says with a nod. He grabs the douche bag by the back of the hair and pulls him up to his feet. “Go wait outside until we send your boy out.”

He nods his head, while fighting to catch his breath. “I’ll do that and I won’t touch him again. Shit, I promise. I mean it. I won’t . . .”

Royal gives him a look that sends him rushing out the door. After the door closes behind him, Royal opens his jacket and puts his gun away, while locking his eyes with mine.

He looks worried, as if he’s just done something in front of me that he regrets.

“Go with the boys.” He runs both of his hands through his hair, tugging in frustration as he breaks eye contact. “I need a bit.”

He doesn’t wait for my response, before turning away and walking into a room, slamming the door behind him.

By the time I walk back over to Madison and the guys, Blaine is walking Ian away from the bar and outside to send him off with his loser father.

So many emotions are running through my head that I have no idea what to do or think.

Madison seems just as stunned into silence as I am.

The weirdest part is that I feel like what he did was a good thing. He cares about the boy’s safety and that only tells me that his heart is still there somewhere.

It may be broken and in pain, shattered from loss and hurt, but it’s very well there and in the right place. I just hope I can find it before it’s too late.

I have no idea what this man is doing to me, but I’m afraid for it to stop . . .