Grey Eyed Savior

XLII. The past doesn't defy who we are.

I wake up to someone picking me up and carrying me upstairs. I keep my eyes closed as I cuddle into them.

I'm set on the soft bed that belongs to Adam and sigh. I slowly open my eyes to thank Jake, but freeze when I'm met with grey eyes.

"Adam?" I breathe as I sit up, immediately jumping on him. "I'm so sorry love," he says as he holds me close.

"I was so worried," I whisper as I lean back to hold his face and kiss him. I feel him kiss back with all of his pent up emotions. I cry into the kiss, so happy that he's back.

"Never leave me again," I whisper in between kisses. "I don't ever want to," he says as he lifts off my shirt, kissing down my chest. I gasp at the contact and moan, brushing my hands through his hair and tug at the ends.

He brings his lips back to mine and I sigh with content. I slowly lower my hands to the hem of his shirt and pull it off, feeling his muscles as he works his way to the button of my jeans.

He works my pants down my legs and rests his hands on my ass, pulling me closer to him. Our mouths move in sync as he pleasures me, being gentle and slow.

Our breaths are heavy as we come down from our high and lay in each other's arms. I'm wrapped up in Adams arms as we lay in bed.

"Aren't you going to ask?" Adam asks, mindlessly rubbing my back. I look up into his eyes, confusion written on my face. "What are you talking about?" I ask, eyebrows creasing further.

"What happened? Where I went? Why they said I killed my father?" He says, his voice getting slightly louder with each question. I grasp his face in my hands and look him in the eyes, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"I don't care," I say simply, a smile grazing my lips. "You can always come to me if your having problems. You can tell me about your father or your past whenever you feel necessary. You've helped me so much and I can only imagine how much emotion is bottled up inside that pretty little head of yours. But the thing is, I don't care about any of it. I mean of course I care but it doesn't defy who you are. I love you, and that's all that matters," I whisper, seeing his eyes change from anger to love.

"That's the thing love. My past will never leave me. My past does defy me," he says, pulling away from me. "I've done bad things, things I can't explain. I didn't want to but that's what family is. My father... he was a leader," he starts, running his hand through his hair. "Adam, you don't hav-," I begin, but Adam cuts me off.

"I know love, but I need to," he says, inhaling a deep breathe. "You ever heard of the Serpents?" He asks me, and I shake my head.

"My dad was their leader. Avery, my father died because he was in deep shit. He had business with a rival gang, the Flames, and didn't pay up. I was supposed to be next in line, but after his death, I wanted out. I never wanted any of it. My father was my family though, and you do anything for family. So I ran. Here to be exact.

That's why I left. That's why I didn't tell you about my dad and why I moved. I was in love with you and didn't want you to run. I knew when I first saw you that I shouldn't have pulled you in, it's dangerous. The Flames are still after me and I think they're closing in. Avery, I really fucked up this time. They are the reason I went to jail for a day. They are the reason why I might get you killed," he stops, abruptly standing up and pacing around his room.

"Fuck!" He yells, punching the wall, sending shivers down my spine. "Adam," I whisper, but he doesn't hear me.

He opens his door and rushes out. Im fast on my feet and following him.

He opens the front door and I follow, but before I can catch his arm or yell his name, I'm pulled into strong arms and feel a cloth placed over my face. Then everything is black.