Page 299 of Fatality

If they can handle me—they can handle the race.

Ren patched me up real quick. The gunshot wound is clean and already healing fast thanks to the medicine I paid a fucking fortune for.

All because Riven forced me to treat it by grabbing me by the balls and squeezing until I finally went pliant.

I fucking loved it.

It hurt.

But fuck... It felt like nirvana.

Though, in my mind, at night, I keep replaying the corridor, her getting hurt, her body flying against the wall with a thud that completely snaps but also her saving my ass.

However, the thing I think about the most is her kissing me, I can't stop thinking about it.

I never kissed a woman like that. Usually, I kiss women before sex as a foreplay, I stop once I’m fucking them.

That kiss was different.

Our first kiss.

The moment her lips were on mine, the warmth spreading across, my brain fucking short-circuited.

For one insane moment, I thought I was about to drop to my knees in front of her again and worship every inch of her.

I spent the whole week breaking into her loft, watching her sleep and making that little charm whenever no one at the garage was looking.

I couldn’t touch her.

Couldn’t even fucking let my fingers brush her face while she's sleeping.

I don't understand, I never felt like this.

I should be out fucking other women but every time I think about it, it disgusts me.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Since when do I fall apart because of someone? Since when does one woman get to dictate my fucking moods?

I need to get a grip, I need to fucking function without her.

But the thought of her walking away—never seeing her again, never hearing her voice shouting at me, never feeling her around me, her hands never punching me again or worse, her being with another man makes me want to rip my own heart out, put it in her hands, and beg her not to leave.

The silence is gone.

My mind is fucking loud since she's there. She fills every thought, every instinct, every part of me.

I'm obsessed with her and I don't regret a single fucking thing I did to end up this way, with her.

I will feel whatever it is as deeply and express it as violently as I fucking please.

The sound of the tub filling echoes through my apartment, after the revelation in the garage, she needed to relax, probably to cry alone so I dragged her here and shoved her in.

I’m in my kitchen, sipping my Nitro can, eyes close.

I’m content with knowing she is here, in my space, relaxing, naked.

In my space, in my home, with me.