chapter 1.0

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//Got your bible, got your gun, And you like to party and have fun. Cause you're young, you're wild, you're free, You're dancing circles around me, You're fucking crazy\\

{luke's pov}
"What's wrong Luke?" Kylie asked me sitting up from the bed clutching the blankets around her chest. I could see the concern in her face, but for some reason, I didn't want to answer the question. I definitely knew who Jax was and it wasn't good that he had left an envelope for me, that's how he delivers his message. To be honest, I wasn't scared, just a bit worried about what he would do if I didn't contact him.

"Luke, talk to me?" Ky asked draping her arm over my stomach.

"Calm, down," I say, harsher than I meant to. Ky's face saddened and she looked down at her hands. I shifted over and tilted her head up to look at me. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little freaked right now okay, princess?"

She nods at me with her fair eyes. God damn it, she's beautiful.

"But why? What's going on, Luke?" She asks sitting up.

"There's a man looking for me named, Jax Monroe. He's a businessman, but in the most illegal sense. Jax owns a high end escort service, I may or may not owe him some money," I say, inspecting her facial impressions as I talk.

She sighs moving to sit up on the bed, once again holding the duvet to her chest.

"Where do you work, Luke?" She asks, obviously knowing what I do isn't legal.

"I supply much needed medication to businessmen," I say looking down.

"So, in other words you're a drug dealer."

I sighed looking at her. "Look, I'm not proud of it, but I need the money, especially when I need to pay back powerful people," I say trying to get her to understand.

"I get it, Luke, but this is dangerous. You could get hurt, or worse."

I nod listening to her every word. She sighs, touching my face. "I just don't want to get caught up in something I don't want to be in, Luke." She says sternly.

"I know, princess, but you're going to have to stay with me for the next couple of days, it won't be safe for you by yourself. I know this is an inconvenience, but they know I care about you.." I say with an apologetic look on my face.

"Okay, I understand... Can we just sleep now please?" Ky asks laying down putting her head on my chest. I mumble a soft yes shifting so that I'm laying down next her, our leg tangled.

"Princess, I'm going to take care of this okay?"

She nods, drifting off to sleep.

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"Babe, wake up," I whisper, tapping Kylie on the shoulder. She groans opening her eyes and stretching.

"What is it?"

"It's time to go, Kylie. We need to go to your place and pack some of your stuff for my place. I guess you finally get to see it," I smirk.

She laughs getting up. She pulls on her pants and my shirt before, grabbing her shoes.

She looked adorable when she was tired. I grabbed her hand spinning her towards me while she rubbed her eyes timidly.

"What are you doing?" She asks quietly.

"Kissing you." I pull her face towards mine, my hand wrapping around the back of her head. Her pale lips molded perfectly with mine in the musty hotel room. My hands grabbed her hips pulling her again me, as our bodies swayed together. She bit my lip, tugging on my ring, moaning into my mouth. She left me breathless. Knowing that I was the only man who has ever touched her or kissed her in such a way that pleasured her. She was like a delicate flower, needing to be ruffled.

I trailed kisses down her neck stopping when she grabbed me, moaning loudly and arching her back.

"Luke.." She moaned running her hands through my now tousled hair.

"Kylie," I say breathless. "We need to leave..." She groans before pulling her shirt down from where I tugged it up slightly. She nods grabbing her back and tugging on my lip.

"Let's go, babe," she says walking in front of me, purposely swaying her hips.

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Sorry this is kind of a filler chapter!! Keep commenting and voting!

I know I keep promising a playlist and I will post it either tomorrow or the next day!!

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