Adrik
When I claimed her, that was it. I made her mine and betrayed her. She longed for a story that wasn't mine to narrate, so I did the only thing a man like me would-I sent her back. Little did I know the secret she was keeping. The worst of all...
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I ran for my freedom with a gun tightly in my hand. I didn't look back, afraid I would trip over a rock whilst the wind howled ferociously around me.
Maybe I should go back, I thought, while wiping angry tears from my eyes. Damn it all! My heart, my freedom and the mother I desperately wanted to meet.
Going back would mean selling my soul to the devil for as much as nothing. He couldn't love me, and I don't think I was ready to return to an apartment doing nothing but fucking reading whilst he went to work day and night.
My babies needed a present father who loved them, and Adrik was none of that. He was a ruthless man filled with darkness, and he owned it. He wore it like a second skin and showed it in the way he fucked.
I hated myself for falling for him and his poisonous touch that night. He was all kinds of wrong, and I knew it. I welcomed it like the air I breathed every day, and even that air choked me when he betrayed me.
Clara.
I had to go back to help her. I knew that whatever she did, she didn't deserve to die. Yes, we were all running from someone or something, which raised anger and havoc, but Clara had her reason.
I know how Adrik handles a man with a gun and knife, so what's to say his second-in-command won't do the same? To hell with the soft smiles and how he looked at or kissed her. I've gotten the same treatment, and nothing has changed.
I turned around, sealing my fate. I would save a friend's life, have a home for my children and me, and want nothing. I'll give all my love to them. I stopped in my tracks at the dark scene. I couldn't see anything but hear the shouts of the man I was running from. Did they kill her? I blocked my mouth, fighting the sobs back down my throat. I could have saved her from Marco's bullet if I didn't run.
Tires screeched, and I carefully started for Clara's car. They were leaving. Was he the one who smashed his truck into Clara's vehicle? Did he leave us for dead, and was that shout when he didn't see me inside of there? Did he give up the chase to find me? I hated him!
The gun hung limply in my hand as I flew the door open and blinked my tears back. "Clara?" I called, searching for her in the driver's seat because I couldn't see a thing. "What?" My tears abruptly stopped. Did she leave? Did they take her with them?
The hairs on my neck stood, and I turned, feeling the presence behind me. "I'm sorry." Clara's choked sob reached my ears as she pressed a cloth over my nose. For a moment, shock paralysed me. I couldn't move, or preferably, I didn't do it. Clara betrayed me. Tears pricked my eyes, and they fell. I wish she could see me when she pressed that cloth to my face—the realisation, the shock, the anger. I wanted her to see it all. "So sorry. I'll make it better." Her words were an echo as my eyes threatened to close. Whatever drug she used had me out instantly.
