Page 117 of One Eye Open (The BlackWater)

“Why?” She gasped yanking her top off. “Don’t you want me Cole? Is that it?”

“Of course I want you. But you’re drunk.”

“You can have me anyway you want me Cole.” She said. “Spank me, tie me up, make me beg for it.”

“No Maddie.” He growled gripping her arms.

And then he realised she was crying. Actually crying. He’d never seen her cry. Not even when she got shot. Not even when she was going through withdrawal, when she was recovering from all the torture, when she’d literally been at her lowest.

“What’s wrong?”

She shook her head trying to get away. “It’s nothing.” She muttered.

“Maddie talk to me.”

“Why Cole? I’m broken. My leg is broken. It’s never going to heal.” She snapped.

“It will heal and even if it doesn’t, it doesn’t matter. You’re still you Maddie. Nothing’s changed.”

“Yes it has.” She said unable to stop the awful tears now they really were falling. Fucking hell she was a mess. A nasty, uncontrollable mess.

“Maddie look at me.” He growled and she winced but did it anyway. “I love you. I don’t care if you’re a cripple. If you spend the rest of your life limping, it doesn’t matter.”

“You wouldn’t love me if you knew what I’d done. If you knew everything.” She muttered.

He narrowed his eyes releasing his grip on her. “What have you done Maddie?”

She shook her head. Burying her face in his chest. “I’m weak. You made me weak.” She cried.

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