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I watched him take her hand in his.I watched as they walked back to the house together.Her leaning into his side and him welcoming it.Not for long.
4Weeks later
Things with Julian and I have been rockey to say the least.The club completely and utterly destroyed the trust they had building with the mafia.So Julian is at a cross road on what to do.Ive been trying to support him ,honestly I have but how do you go against the people who raised you?
Flicking through the channels trying to get rid of the boredom that has been consuming me for the past week the front door slams open and in walks no one other than Tracy.
Her heels click against the wooden floors with every step she takes.
"I thought you would be out in the cold by now"
Her shrill voice booms around the room.
"And I thought you arent allowed to leave the brothel on Wednesdays,guess we were both mislead"
The intake of breath that comes from her has a wide smirk growing in my face.
"Tracey."Julian slowly steps into the foyer.
"Julian"
her entire demeanor changed the moment he walked in.
"I thought i made it clear to you that you never come to my house again"he sneered venom lacing every word.
Tracey stepped closer to Julian resting her hands against his chest.
"I brought some ultra sound pictures for you,its a baby girl Julian ..We are having a baby girl"
Excitement was clear in her voice.Julian just stood there.His eyes void of any emotion.I watch as his hands go up to caress her arms .The intimate moment makes me feel as though im the one intruding on them..When its the other way round.
He told me it wasnt his.
The words keep repeating in my mind as I try to no let my thoughts wonder to the dark abyss of what ifs.
What if it is his
What i he lied
What if he actually loves her.
The last one hurts the most.It stings.
I turn away and start heading up the stairs.Leaving Julian with her.Its clear he would like to be alone.
Walking into my room i softly close the door and head to the bathroom.Locking the door i rest against it,sliding down and resting my head against my knees.The tears come and dont let up until loud sobs start raking threw me.
He couldnt even look at you.Did you see the way he cares for her?It was evident in his eyes as she held those damn pictures up to him.Showing him his possible future...You my girl your just a bump in his way ...he is going to dispose of you.
I watch as my hands tremble at the mere thought of not being around him anymore.At not seeing him smile at me in the morning not smelling his cologne..
"Angel"
His gruff voice shakes me to the core.He sounds broken.So so broken.
Reluctantly i stand up and unlock the door
And there he is.His shirt untucked he is missing his tie and his sleeves are rolled up.
His hands cup my face its then that I realize ive been crying..Those steel grey eyes connect with mine...
"Baby why are you crying"
I step back from his grip..taking two steps away from him.
"Dont you fucking call me that"
YOU ARE READING
Anarchy Angel
Ficção AdolescenteA bikers tale .About a daughter of a well known biker president.Who he gives away to a mafia boss .She is hardeaded and broken He is broken and demented. Sometimes you can fix another broken thing with your broken pieces.
