Addicted

Chapter 5

⚝TW!!⚝

♔ Violence

♔ Some adult concepts

♔ Sensual scenes

♔ Swearing

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The ride home seemed to take forever, and halfway home, Jack started groaning. I gritted my teeth, and tears filling my eyes, put the pedal to the metal.

My head is swirling with emotion, and my thoughts are peppered with flashbacks to when Ivy and I were dating- escaping from Bane's imprisonment, the time she gave me the immunity serum that made me immune to most poisons, all those moments she had mental breakdowns and I held her, all the times I was having the mental breakdown. More and more and more seem to unfold in my head. I can't believe I shot her. I swallow and shake my head, tears flowing freely, and focus on the road.

If I think about it... She wasn't the kind of relationship I wanted. I mean yeah, we were really close, and yeah, we've done... Things, but the only person who I really want to be with is Jack. I don't want to say I used her to try and forget him, but.. I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. My world is falling to pieces around me- all from this one person.

I decided to focus on getting him home to see if there needs to be anything done. He groans again. "Harley," he murmurs.

All of a sudden, his head snaps up. "Harley. HARLEY! What are you doing? Where're my boys? What. Is going. On?" he demands.

I screech to a stop. "Puddin!" I cry out joyfully. "You're okay!" I dismount and he does too, pulling me into his arms and kissing me with all the force in his body.

He pulls back though, concerned. "Harley. What happened?"

My face falls. "It was a trap. Smirk and Ivy had a little deal," I say disgustedly. "He said if she had sex with him he would let her into his head and direct him to our house and he would kill you. And he said if he couldn't kill you, he'd send you to her house and let her do the dirty work. She- she got you and then tried to kill you," I say, chin quivering. "Don't you remember?"

"Only up until her hands went into my ears. I blacked out. What did you do, Pumpkin?"

I looked away, the tears coming back up again. He pulls my face up to look him in the eyes, staring at me intensely. "Tell me," he breathes. He arches his neck back. "Tell meee. Pretty pretty pretty please-"

"Okay," I say, breaking down. "I shot her," I whisper.

His eyes widened. "You... You shot her? Over me?" he asks, starting to grin.

"Yes!" I say, slightly offended. "You would do the same for me."

"That's my girl. And you know I would do anything for you," he murmurs, hands wandering. I grin. "She's out of the count for now," I whisper, feeling safe -as always- in his arms.

Once we get back home, it's almost 11 PM. We park in the garage, and then Puddin sweeps me off my feet. "I have a little something for you," he whispers, smirking.

"Oh, do you? And you're welcome for me saving your life, by the way," I say, kissing him. "I told you it was a good idea to bring me."

"Mmmmm," he mumbles, deep in my mouth. He withdraws for a second. "Noted. And I promise to bring you more places whenever the opportunity arises, Princess."

I smile, content. "Okay, Mr. J. Bring me upstairs," I breathe in his ear, making slow kisses up his neck.

He groans in pleasure, walking up the stairs with ease. At the top, he kisses me again, sweet and gentle at first, but it quickly gets more and more intense. Eventually, he ends up picking me up again and kicking our bedroom door open, tossing me onto the bed and pulling off all his guns and weapons, staring at me the whole time.

I smirk. "C'mon, Puddin, don't be so slow," I giggle. He looks at me and stops, taking my face in his hands and kissing me roughly. I love this side of him. So unafraid to show love, so carefree and brave.

And to think I get to see this side of him whenever I want. I almost feel bad for that whore Punchline who tried to steal him from me.. But he's all mine now, and no one is gonna take him from me.

I giggle. "All mine," I whisper, kissing him with all the love in my body. He returns the force, sending sparks shooting through my body. "Yes I am," he breathes, picking up the pace.

"All. Yours."

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