Page 75 of Blinded By Love

“Do you trust me?” I ask her, knowing the answer she should say.

I’m the last person she should trust but at the same time I don’t care.

Jaclyn looks at me with an intense look in her eyes that makes me want to know what she’s thinking.

“Yes.” She grips my hand in hers.

“I want to show you something.” We walk for about ten minutes. While walking I hear leaves rustling from the wind and some critters making noise. Jaclyn brings her body closer to mine, scared something will probably take her but I wouldn’t let that happen. I see a familiar building come into view. I walk through the pathway that leads to the old building covered in green. Jaclyn grips my hand but follows. “It’s going to be dark so watch your step and stay close.”

“Okay,” she whispers, following me slowly as we walk inside the building.

There is a clear lake, as blue as the sky, right next to the building. I don’t ever go in the lake unless I feel like being irrational and jumping in.

Jaclyn and I walk the steps towards the top of the building where it leads to the rooftop. When we get to the roof I let Jaclyn go up first and release her hand.

She walks towards the edge while looking at the view.

All you can see for miles are trees and nature. I like it out here, it’s quiet.

I walk up to Jaclyn and press my chest against her back. “I found this place my freshmen year. There was a party up the mountain. I got drunk after arguing with Carter about shit and then instead of driving home I walked through the woods for probably an hour and then ended up here.”

“It’s beautiful,” she says, not taking her eyes off the view.

I can't keep my eyes off her as I whisper, “Yea. It is.”

But she doesn’t know I’m not just talking about the view.

Jaclyn turns around and looks up at me with those fucking eyes that kill me. “Why are we here?”

“Because it’s quiet here.”

She smirks and tilts her head to the side. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Of course. You know how much I hate you,” I joke with an amused smile, making her smile back. “Eric and I used to be friends.” I take her hand and bring her to the edge making her sit down with me. “I met him at a party. Someone mentioned to him I was a fighter and well, after he heard that he told me about the club. Little did I know, that club was run by a guy named Marco who happens to be an affiliate to an organization that trafficks people and deals drugs.” I explain, afraid to look at Jaclyn. “Eric and I sparred a few times and Marco saw. He offered me a job, saying I could earn about ten to a hundred thousand every time I win a fight against someone. I was struggling for money because I didn’t want to take any of Carter’s money. All of the money he gives me I give to Natalia.”

“Why did you not want his money?” Jaclyn asks, making me finally look at her. She is holding her knees to her chest while listening to me.

“Because I don’t want to owe Carter anything. He is someone who took me in as a child when I needed someone the most and I have no way to repay him for that. I owe him my life. I don’t want to owe him money,” I explain before diverting the topic because Carter and Alex are a totally different issue. “Back to Eric, he and I were friends, fighting each other for money and for fun. When he saw that Marco took more interest in me, Eric didn’t like that. So during a fight he cheated by stabbing me.” I lift my shirt and move the waistband of my shorts down a little so she can see.

Jaclyn’s eyebrows furrow and she leans down to look at the scar on my lower stomach. She looks up at me with worry in her eyes. Seeing her look at me like that does things to me that I don’t like thinking about. Jaclyn looks back down at the scar and then traces the line.

My jaw immediately tenses and I hope she doesn’t notice the bulge.

“Why would he do that?” She traces the scar making my cock twitch.

I refrain from groaning and instead clear my throat. I put my shirt down making Jaclyn move her hand.

“He wanted me out. He didn’t like how Marco was paying attention to me. Marco started to make me his handyman.”

“Handyman?” she questions.

She’s going to fucking hate me.

But that’s fine because she can still be mine while hating me.

“I do some bad things to people who don’t listen to Marco,” I explain, in a very vague way.

“Oh.”

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