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“Then you should have accepted my first answer of fine. If that’s what you wanted to hear.” I lit up a cigarette.

“You smoke?”

“Took it up when I was detoxing.” The words just come out, and I fucking regret them immediately and I hope to fucking god that Hudson didn’t hear them clearly but he had. He’s staring at me, with an expression I didn’t want to see—the expression that says clearly he wants fucking answers.

I shake my head. “So you tell me, how have you been?” I expected an honest reply because I had overshared on my answer.

“Not forgetting what you said darling. What did you detox from?”

I stared at him, and if he wanted the truth, I was going to give it. “You.” And that was all I was going to share on my drug habit and darker days. “So how have you been?”

“Dying. Surviving. Typical shit.” He muttered, and his eyes went to his burning cigarette. “You tore my heart apart Gabriella.”

“And you killed me.” I said directly at him. And he looked up from the cigarette.

“Never made sense…” he mumbled.

“What didn’t?”

“What came from us.” He butted the cigarette out. “We were just a disaster, why you loved me, why you stood by me, none of it made sense.”

“I loved you Hudson.” I say with a cigarette between my fingers, not lit. “I loved you so much I died. I would have never left you.” And I wanted him to know that. “But you made sure I couldn’t follow you.” And tears swelled in my eyes. I can’t do this anymore. “I need to go.” I said, going to get up, and his hand goes over mine on the table.

“Don’t…” And he paused.

Tears dropped from my eyes. “No one could hurt me on the level you did. You were my personal poison Hudson,” I smiled dimly “and in the end you killed me.”

And with that said, I pulled my hand from under his and this time it’s me walking away from him, not him leaving me crying in a house we had just bought together.

I managed to make it outside, and the tears wouldn’t stop as I power walked for my car, and then I managed to get the keys out, when a hand wrapped around my arm, spinning me around. I don’t know what I was expecting, but his lips slam onto mine, it’s hard not sweet but the small taste of him, sends me to the edge, and I kiss him back, with my own rage meeting his.

I dropped the car keys, and my hands goes to his hair, getting mixed up in his short black hair. And then his hands land on my hips, and he physically pulls me towards him, so much so, I’m pressed against his chest and he can feel my breasts firmly into his, and that sparks him to deepen the kiss.

I slipped my tongue into his mouth, and it was like going back in time. I could remember the first day he walked through the club doors, the day he became a prospect. I remembered the first smirk I got from him. I remembered everything. It’s when the moan escaped my lips and I realized what I’m doing and I go to pull away, but he pulled me back—as if I was his final meal, before death.

He then is the one to pull back. His eyes locked on mine. “I need to let you go.” He said and I see the tears in his eyes, and then he lets go of me, turning and walking away from me—basically leaving me all over again.

I begin to shake, having PTSD as I see his back, same cut on, as he walked away from me, as he said something that basically meant we would never see each other again. I can’t bend over to get my keys. I can’t do anything. I’m shaking with fear, from memories that ruined my life, and then as people walk by staring I listen to his bike start and take off—he left. He left me again. I picked up the keys and make it to my car, where I physically break down. Shaking in tears. I send one message.

I need you.

4

Gabriella

My grasp is on the steering wheel and I’m shaking from tears. I’ve reached the point I can barely breath and I can barely fucking cry now—I’m just hyperventilating.

When the car door opened.

“Gabriella, what the fuck is going on?” Maddox demanded, and then he sees me, and he lowered to his knees beside the car. “Fuck sweetie what’s happened?”

I turned to face him, and I can’t form words, I just go to move towards him but my body is exhausted at this stage, and I basically collapse in his arms, and he catches me.

“Darling, it’s okay.” He said, as he pulled me from the car. “You’ll be okay. I’m right here.” And he has me on my feet, moving me around the car, and putting me in the passenger seat.

“What about your bike?” I stuttered out.

“Fuck the bike. I’m more concerned about you.” He said as he has me in the passenger seat. “Let’s get you home.”

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