Page 78 of Sinful Touch

Three Months Later

Isit back in the chair; my heart is racing since they let me out. They made it clear that I was to come straight to the parole office and meet with my new PO.

I watch the man sitting directly across from me. He is looking at my file on the computer. He hasn’t said much since he brought me back here.

“No weapons,” He says calmly.

“Not a problem,” I say back just as calmly.

“No drugs,” He says, still looking at the screen.

“I don't use it anyway,” I confess to him.

Drugs have never been my thing, and I can live without alcohol.

The man turns and looks at me. “No fights, no violence,” he says in a stern tone.

I nod. “Okay.”

There was and is only one person that I would become violent with, and he is in prison. As long as he stays there, I will be able to keep myself in check.

“I have read your file and what happened. I am sorry,” He says in a low voice.

I have had a lot of people tell me that they are sorry for what happened to Lil. I know they are just trying to be kind, but them saying they are sorry and them looking at me right now the way he is with guilt and shame and pity in their eyes doesn’t change the fact that she almost died because of a boy that couldn’t fucking let it go. It doesn’t change the fact that a boy wanted her so fucking badly he was willing to kill her and me to get what he wanted.

Nothing anyone says will take back what has happened and now what she has to live through every single day.

“Yeah, me too,” I say back because I don't know what else to say to him right now.

The man sits back in his seat and looks me over.

“Would you change anything you did?” He asks me in a curious voice.

I know what he wants me to say, he wants me to say that I regret what I did, but that would be a lie, and I don't fucking lie.

“Yes, I would change the fact that I let the fucker live after what he did to my girlfriend,” I confess with no remorse in my tone.

“Seriously, Fox,” He asks, his eyes rapidly searching mine.

Maybe he is not used to his people being honest, but I am an honest man. I might not be a good man, but I am honest to a fucking fault.

“Yes, seriously,” I confess again.

He takes in a deep breath and shakes his head. I can tell he wants to smile because of my honesty but won’t let himself.

“Just stay sober, stay out of trouble, and check in with me, and this will go by fast for you, okay?” He says, looking at me. I can tell he works long hours, and I can guess that normally, he has to chase his people around to keep them in line. He won’t have to do that shit with me. I have no intention of fucking shit up and going back to prison.

No, in fact, I plan on building a life with Lil, and I can’t do that behind bars.

“Sounds good,” I say softly.

“I know that you tour a lot for your books,” He says, watching me.

“I don't think that will be happening anytime soon,” I say as calmly as possible. Even when I was in prison, my agent used what happened to get my name out there even more. I used to want all of this: being famous, the money, cars, and women, but now there is only one thing, one person that is important to me, and that is Lil. Nothing else matters, and I can survive without any of that shit.

“Well, when it does, put in for the crossing over state lines, and I will sign off on it for you.” He confirms.

“Thank you.”

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