Page 95 of Devil's Riches

It fucking killed me that I never told her I was sorry for everything I did to her. Not properly, anyway. A muttered apology in the front of my car didn’t count. She deserved better than that. She deserved the whole world on a silver platter, and even then it wouldn’t be enough to show her how sorry I was for all the shit I put her through and all the pain I inflicted upon her.

I knew I didn’t deserve forgiveness, and I didn’t want it. I just wanted her to know how much I regretted everything. How much I cared about her now that I knew the truth about her, and how I was willing to do anything to make her happy, even if that meant staying away from her forever. I’d do it without argument if that was what she wanted, because I loved her so much that my own feelings and wishes didn’t matter.

Yeah, I fucking loved her. I could finally admit it now. To myself, and to her.

Too bad it took almost losing her to make me figure it out.

Almost.That was the key word. I was close to losing Alexis, but it hadn’t happened yet. It didn’t have to happen, either. I’d found her once before, when Greg took her from me. I could do it again.

I would do it again.

I sat up straight, adrenaline flushing through my veins. I told Alexis I wouldn’t let anything happen to her, and I intended to keep that promise. Wherever she was, I would walk through fire to get there. Nothing could stop me. Not Edward, not his Golden Circle minions, not even the fucking Devil himself.

“Hold on, baby,” I muttered, twisting my key in the ignition. “I’m coming.”

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