Page 34 of The Omega's Savior

“I get that,” He says, pulling me into his arms and surrounding me with his campfire scent. I let it flow through me and soothe all my frayed nerves.

“I mean, another positive is we know who did this,” I say.

“Yeah,” He says pulling back. His brows are furrowed in concern. “You know you can’t come back here, right? It’s not safe.”

I bite my lip, my eyes darting between his. This time, I can’t keep the tears from filling them. “This has been our place for the last ten years,” I whisper. “Moving in here was the single most important thing I ever did for us and now it’s all gone.”

“Oh, love,” He says, brushing my tears from my cheeks. “Just cause you can’t stay here doesn’t mean the huge steps you took to get out of there aren’t important. It just means life is changing.”

“This was our home,” I sob, clenching his shirt in my fists. “What are we supposed to do now?”

He pauses before he tucks my head into his chest like looking into my eyes at this moment in time would be too much for him. “If you’re asking me, I’d like for us to make a home together,” he murmurs.

“How can you even say that,” I whisper back. “Look at this fucking mess. This is my life, Jax. This isn’t a perfect world—”

“And it doesn’t have to be a perfect world. And I don’t care about the mess. I just care about you. I care about Summer. I care about you guys being okay,” He says, pulling back to meet my eyes. “That’s why this shit bothers me. I don’t care about having to deal with it, I care that you guys have had to put up with this bullshit.”

He grabs my hand and holds it up to his heart. I can feel his strong heartbeat beneath the palm of my hand. “I swear to you, Olivia. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you can live fucking happy life, free from all this bullshit. I promise.”

Tears well in my eyes and I can’t help but bury my head into his chest, my shoulders shaking with sobs.

“I’ll spend every day proving to you that I want to be in your life,” he whispers.

He holds me close to him, rocking me back and forth while I cry into his arms. When I’ve finally caught my breath, I pull back and look up at him.

“I’m probably a mess right now,” I laugh, in between my ugly hiccups.

“I don’t care,” He says softly, leaning in to kiss my forehead.

“Let’s see if I can find some trash bags in the kitchen, maybe we can save some clothes and stuff,” I say.

“You sure? I can take a bit longer to hold you,” he offers.

“It’s okay, I think I need to actually do something, you know?”

“Yeah, I totally get it. Let’s get this done.”

We spend the next hour or so shoving clothes that weren’t slashed apart into trashbags that Jax throws in the trunk of his car.

I pick up some of Summer’s books from the little shelf beside her bed that we thrifted together.

“These are probably Summer’s favorite things ever,” I say to Jax. “There’s a used bookstore down the street and I’d always save some of my tips every month so I give them to her so she could buy a book she liked.”

“Why didn’t she take them with her?”

“Knowing my bitch of a mother, she probably wasn’t given much time to pack and just grabbed some clothes and stuff. Plus, I don’t think she wanted to lose them at my mom’s place, I think she probably hoped we’d come back here.”

“That makes sense, your mom did tell her you were leaving on your own and she’d never think you’d just leave her for good,” He says, stroking a hand down my back.

“Yeah,” I say, gently placing them in an old plastic grocery bag for us to bring down.

“What next?” Jax asks me, his hands laced behind his head, stretching out his arm muscles for me to stare at.

“Huh?” I say, shaking my head and trying to focus on what he was actually saying.

He smirks. “You liked me flexing earlier,” He teases, lifting up the sleeve of his t-shirt again and flexing for me. “You can touch too.”

“Shut up,” I say with a blush.

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