Addicted to You (Devils Right Hand MC #3)

Chapter 34

A/N: Hey babes! Thank you so much for the love you have shown this book! This is like nothing I have ever written and I so appreciate you all letting me explore my creativity. I'm sorry updates have been so sparse, so here is a double update to make up for it! I have come down with the flu so while I am stuck in bed I hope to crank out a couple of chapters. There are only FOUR chapters left in this story, so buckle up for the ending AND a book 4 announcement.

But you guys know I love Easter eggs and hints. SO I figured you all deserved something for your patience. The female main character of book 4 is: Chrissy Martinez.....

Axe's POV

The morning light shines through the shitty curtains as I just stare at her. She always looks so peaceful when she sleeps with her red hair sprayed over her pillow and a sweet child-like smile resting on her lips. This is the first time I've seen her smile in a long time.

Yesterday was one of the hardest days of my entire life. That is a bold statement given my life history, but I can say that confidently. Hearing her admit that she was craving heroin caused so many emotions to flood through me but the strongest was pride. I was so proud that she admitted it. That in her own way she asked for help. If she really wanted heroin, she knew where to get it, but she trusted me with that information. I can't imagine the strength that took.

So, I put her in my truck and I drove. At first I didn't know where the fuck I was taking her, but after a while I realized I was headed toward the beach. I guess my subconscious knew that would be the best place. The last time we were there, she called the experience spiritual. I hoped would be a place she could open up and she did.

But, God, I never realized how hard it would be to hear all of those things. I knew she would be pissed at me. I was prepared for that, but  there was so much heartbreak in her voice hidden beneath the anger. When she finally broke down, I almost broke with her. I wanted to curl into a ball and sob, but I didn't because she needed me to be strong. She needed me to be okay. I can break later.

We stayed on that beach until well after midnight. Niether of us did much talking, but she seemed to be a little better. Her shoulders relaxed a little. I could tell a weight was lifted from her and I'm glad I could help. I'm glad I could do something.

"You stayed," she says with a sleep filled voice as she opens her beautiful eyes.

"Of course, I did," I say as stand up from the bed. I slept in jeans and a t-shirt for the second night in a row. I just don't know the rules now. I don't know what she is comfortable with and it's not something I wanted to ask her last night.

"How are you feeling?" I ask as I go to the kitchen and pour her a glass of water.

"Not good," she says and my stomach drops, "but better than yesterday."

"That's good," I say as I sit the cup down on the beside table. "This will take some time, Gabby. Give yourself permission to not be okay for a little while."

"Uh- the girls are coming over in a little while." She says as she plays with the hem of my old t-shirt she is wearing. I forgot how much I loved it when we wore my clothes. Yeah she looks gorgeous, but it means so much more than that. I can't really explain it, it just feels good to know she feels comfortable in my clothes, with my scent.

"Okay, do you want me to....." I let the end of the sentence hang in the air as I point to the door. The last thing I want to do is overstay my welcome. The last thing I want to do is make things worse for her.

"Yeah." She nods but there is an emotion in her eyes I can't quit read. "Thank you for yesterday." She adds with a mumble as she stares at the floor beneath her feet.  She looks defeated, like she is embarrassed of how she acted yesterday. I want to tell her she shouldn't be. I want to tell her that her reaction was completely warranted given the hell she's been through. I want to take her in my arms again and never let go, but I know that's not an option.