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He was gone.
ChapterThree
Gage
Leaving Honor was the hardest thing he had ever done.
Even harder than burying Renee.
He knew he was too broken inside for a woman like Honor.
Someone so full of life, smiles and happiness needed someone who didn’t have a black soul and a dead heart.
He longed to make her his, but he knew better.
Had never touched a woman in his entire life. And he wouldn’t touch this one either.
How the fuck could any man think she was broken? They were fucking idiots if they thought that.
He was secretly glad though. He knew he would have killed a fucker if Honor had said that she was taken.
And that right there made him know in his soul that he had to get away from her.
She didn’t need his darkness trying to drown out her light. Because shewasonly pure light.
She didn’t know what darkness was. How could she? Someone that full of happiness and love didn’t have an ounce of darkness inside her soul.
When her door clicked shut, he wanted to go back inside and bask in her sunshine a little longer, but he couldn’t.
He had to get back to see Sean and let him know that Jimmy was dead. And that he had taken care of that problem.
Jimmy owed Sean a lot of money and had gone dirty in his desperation to pay Sean back.
He tried to sell his own daughter off and when that failed, Jimmy kidnapped a girl off the street and tried to sell her.
Sean had immediately had him go to dispose of Jimmy, but Jimmy had been prepared and had swiped at him with a knife a few times.
The pain didn’t even phase him. Nothing did.
He just shot Jimmy between the eyes and then noticed that the cuts were deeper than he thought and he had lost a lot of blood in the scuffle.
The last thing he expected was Honor’s almost violet eyes peeking out of her door and her rushing over to him after he told her he wouldn’t hurt her.
He normally would take out any witnesses, -if there ever were any- but he knew he couldn’t touch a hair on this girl’s head.
When she offered to sew his arm up? He was done.
He wouldn’t let anyone touch him. Not ever.
He felt that way even before Renee died, but it got worse as the years went on and he died each more inside and couldn’t stomach physical contact now.
Unless he was punishing someone or kicking someone’s ass in the fight rings.
Then he reveled in the physical violence. He wanted it, fucking craved it.
Sean knew how much he struggled and allowed his violence to have free reign.
Sean also had issues, but they weren’t like his.
