D for Depression [Mature]

Chapter 42: Vigilante Shit [18+]

A/N: To all the sweet people still following the story or just got into it again, THANK YOU!!!
This has been such a journey, but I am back with what I officially call Daphne's Vigilante era. And it's going to be a fun one.

You can catch up with the plot by using the recap I have made. The following chapter continues from where we left things in chapter 41 in case you want to refresh it.

There is major smut in this chapter and for a good reason. You will find an explanation by the end of it. I have marked with (**) both the  beginning and the ending if any of you want to skip it.

Please share your thoughts in the process. 🫶

This is a long ass chapter. 🍿

You have been warned‼️

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Ladies always rise above

Ladies know what people want

Someone sweet and kind and fun

The lady simply had enough

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Jackson Wald has been an enigma since the first moment I met him.

And it's not really surprising considering the fact that our first encounter took place in a public bathroom with him wearing a full Joker makeup look. Now that I think about it, I was never given an actual explanation for the reason behind it. Not that is relevant anyway. We have come a long way since then, to the point it feels almost like a lifetime ago. And it may as well have been. Because after those four months that we've known each other, two things have become clear.

One, our meetings always come along with a heavy weight of tragedy, either that is a drug dealing gone wrong, a panic attack or in this occasion a bullet through his shoulder.

Two, he insists on keeping me in the dark about every detail of his life, giving me as little as possible, feeding me with small pieces of himself enough to get me hooked, but not even close to making me feel full.

And I despise him for that. Since whatever his strategy is, it's working. Because I am still here, naked in his bed, waiting for him to once again feed me with his sweet words and sultry attitude so I can forget the emptiness that comes with knowing I can't have him.

Not the real him, the raw version of himself that I've caught only small glimpses of. Instead I am presented with the clean and polished side of Jackson, the one he knows how to use so well because that's what he thinks I can take.

And I can see him now, battling between honesty and lie, contemplating what side is going to win, what truth I can stomach. The real, painful one or the short and easy version of it, to soften the blow.

But I don't think I can take any more of that. For once, I am clear about what I want and even clearer about what I can give. It's the truth or nothing.

Although he doesn't know it yet, I have already made up my mind. And his answer is either going to be a new, honest beginning in our relationship or the final nail in a coffin of a failed romance.

''I asked you a question Jackson. Who is Olivia?''

His eyes skip anxiously around my face, tracing my features the way he has been doing for the last two minutes after I dropped the small red bomb called Olivia. And even though I can see him trying to keep the relaxed and stoic attitude he usually has, it's obvious by the way his jaw ticked on the mention of her name that he is losing the battle.