Page 6 of Ours

I inhaled sharply. Fuck the man could make a woman wet by just locking eyes with him. I was no exception. My eyes ran over the club ink on his neck, under his neck, a tattoo of the numbers above his right eyebrow. The Brothers of Diabolo MC, ink was stood out among his other ink.

His eyes run over me, I see them pause on my neck, seeing the mark that Maddox had put there last night.

Saw the tint of rage in his eyes, as I take two more steps towards him. God what was I thinking.

“What Gabriella?” he finally speaks, and I remember that it’s me who started this. I went after him. I called out his name.

God what was I meant to say? I swallowed sharply. “Were you finished drinking?” I asked slowly.

“Why is that important?” He was being an ass.

“Because I was going to ask,” and I paused, and then knew I could do this. I could sit down with the man that destroyed my life. “if you wanted to have a drink.” I added.

He looked at me like that was impossible. Was he going to say anything?

“With you?” he says, sounding as shocked as he looked.

“Think we have some catching up to do.” I say, and I know in that second. I wasn’t going to tell him shit about my drugs, my new heart, or any of that. But I could have a conversation with him about the club. Which was the only thing Hudson ever cared about.

He walked towards me, and then I go back to the pub door pushing it open and holding it open for him. He goes to the bar, ordering two drinks and I go to a booth. I kept telling myself I can do this. But the reality is, I’m freaking out. I didn’t know if I could be near him, let alone, have a conversation with him.

He puts the beer in front of me, and thank god, he goes to the other side of the booth. Don’t think I’d be able to be close to him, as well.

I kept my eyes on the beer, and swallowed sharply.

I glanced up seeing him lighting up a cigarette, he cupped the cigarette, and I could remember him smoking after sex. In fact it happened after sex. My stomach tightened remembering the days that was hardest for Hudson and I.

The nights he would fuck me, the mornings when he would make love to me. The moments we had together were priceless. I loved him. On a level that was infinite. I’d die for him, and live for him and without him? I died. My heart legitly stopped beating. My heart broke and bled for him, and now I was sitting across from him— and my new heart was reacting in a way my old heart would of.

Hudson took the cigarette from his lips and gives me this look that almost makes me want to slide onto his cock and melt at the same time. God. Get your head out of the gutter Gabriella!

“How you been darling?” he says softly, but with this rough swirl to it. The type of roughness you want in a man.

I swallowed sharply how have I been? I had to get a new heart, because you broke the last one.

“Fine.” I finally forced out, and even had a forced smile on my face. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Having a conversation with Hudson, after everything.

He’s eyes dropped to my hand, and then he looked back up. “Congratulations.” He said that one word but he didn’t say it with an honest happiness, he said it in a way that it was more of a question than a statement.

“Thanks.” I didn’t know what else to say. And I glanced at my ring, my eyes lighting up, seeing that princess cut diamond ring. I glanced up and my genuine smile, didn’t go unnoticed by Hudson. The look of disbelief and rage so clear on his face. Knew in that second, he hated the fact that Maddox made me happy, and me looking at the ring, made me smile.

So my smile dropped, and I looked at him, seeing simmering rage. “How have you been?” I changed the direction of the conversation, and wrapped my hand around the beer, taking a sip.

“Honest answer or what you expect to hear?”

I smiled at that, because that was Hudson, he was direct, and blunt. I smiled. “Honest answer Hudson.” I wasn’t going to get him to lie to me. Even though I had lied to him.

“Well you give me an honest an answer and I’ll consider it. So I’ll ask again, how you been?” The cigarette is burning between his fingers, and his eyes are on me. This time he wasn’t going to let me lie.

“You broke me.” I said the three little words that were the truth. I didn’t add detail or complex the situation. I just stated the one fact. When I was detoxing I went through all the things I’d say to him, if we were ever going to have a conversation together again. I always thought the day I saw him again, I’d be able to tell him, you left and I was fine. But that wasn’t the case.

But hey. When you are detoxing, you tell yourself lies the whole time.

He doesn’t say anything, just stares at me.

“Is that what you wanted to hear Hudson?” I said, taking my handbag strap from around me and pulling out my own cigarettes. I was struggling to keep it together now.

“I wanted to hear that you were fine. That you moved on with no problems. That your life got better. That’s what I wanted to hear.” Hudson says, still looking at me.

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