Fated Series. Book #2
"Be possessive of me, own me, keep me, because if you do then nothing and no one else can." - Maddox.
My name is Maddox Vallero, and I'm dead.
Well, that's not quite true. I'm alive in the breathing, walking, talking sense-but...
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Maddox POV -
"Who's watching Jax?" I wondered, taking the towel off the rack and dragging it across my hair. Fuck, I feel better. At my lowest point, Sophia's heartbeat showed up, and saved me, again. She had me forgetting the darkness existed for a moment, leaving only the shadows of our souls dancing together. For a moment there, I was gone. I couldn't even see straight anymore. But she stepped into my hellhole and dragged me out. I'll never be able to get rid of this attachment I've formed to her because her love wasn't just a regular kind. Hers was powerful, mighty, and full of protective passion I needed. She forced me to live again, to want to live. And that, that's fucken reclamation because I've forgotten what it feels like to stand perfectly still and not breathe in pain. I've forgotten what it felt like to be alive in my body.
Taking the second towel, Sophia wiped down her curvy waist. "Mateo. He came by looking for you." she answered, causing me to freeze in place and stare at her with my eyes peeled apart. She trusted Mateo with Jax? Just like that? That must have been hard for her. My heart swelled that she did it anyways because I knew she was trying. And I knew it was for me.
The smile on my face represented a psycho who managed to escape the lunatic prison through the vents. So, I tucked my chin to hide it and finished wiping myself off. Grabbing the pair of shorts I brought in with me earlier, I quickly put them on just in time for Sophia to be ready to go. I can tell she's rushing a bit, but I think that's because trusting Mateo is a bit past her limits. That's fine, I understand.
Walking out the bathroom, I tossed my dirty clothing onto the chair, but Sophia frowned at me with disapproval. Fuck, am I going to have to be clean now? Whatever, that's a tiny price to pay for this woman. Of course, I replied with my usual grin because honestly, my head still a little loopy from the shower sex for me to form a joke. I really adore this woman with every beat in my rotting body.
I could hear the TV before we got to the living room, and unlike me who strolled uncaringly, Sophia walked with purpose. I found Mateo pretty quickly standing on the edge of the couch, anxiously looking down at Jax who sat on the ground, pointing at the TV. "Why?" he pouted.
Mateo shook his head wildly. "I don't know, kid." he lifted his hands to the sides, "Fuck, I don't know. It's fake. Humans are not purple. You aren't going to turn purple."
"They purple. Why I can't be?"
"Because that's fake! Imaginary. It's a damn show and it's not possible."
Jax squinted his crystal eyes at Mateo, not believing him. I pressed my lips together to stifle my laugh while Mateo shifted around uncomfortably, unsure of what to do. He's never been good with children. He had no clue what to do with them and the sight of him trying was hilarious. Alvin stood, seeing me come in and trotted over while Jax pointed at the TV again more aggressively like he was trying to get his point across. "You lie." he said, "See, purple."
