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“Missed you, brother,” I see Piston mouth as he climbs to his feet after being knocked down, and my eyes tear up again as their fight continues.

It’s not only me who’s struggled, and the fact that he’s back two weeks early just proves how much he missed his family, especially me.

I just hope he can live with the fact I was raped.

26

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I add the spices to the stir fry and side-eye the beauty watching from the counter.

Perrie let her hair out of the braid she had it in, so now it’s wavy down her back. She’s still in her gym shorts and sports bra, looking so fucking sexy.

Fuck, six weeks without her was hard. I felt like I couldn’t fucking breathe, which is why the therapist suggested I come home and finish treatment as an outpatient.

It worried me at first, thinking maybe I wasn’t well enough to come back, that the nightmares would consume me, but seeing Perrie tonight in that ring, the relief in her beautiful light blue eyes, I knew the doctors were right about my returning.

Piston mentioned she’s been struggling and that she was fighting more, barely at the diner because of her injuries, and even now, I can see the slight bruises on her jaw, which means Viking needs to tell me who did it so I can hurt them twice as hard, but she needed me as much as I needed her.

I pick up the wooden spatula, and move the noodles and meat around in the wok, before carefully scooping the food out between two plates, and turn the burner off.

After I kicked my brother’s ass, I left the ring and picked my girl up in a fireman hold, making her laugh, and walked straight out the backdoor, placing her on my bike. Steal promised to grab our things for me, but I didn’t even give Perrie a chance to object. I kissed her lips gently, got on the bike, and rode off as she gripped my waist.

I brought her home. To my home. A home I hope she’ll want to live in one day, that’s if she can ever forgive me for not letting her in, and for how I left her that day in the diner, and for leaving myself vulnerable enough for that bitch to take advantage.

I look over at Perrie to see her looking around the black marble counters, her eyes taking in the light gray walls, a small smile gracing pouty lips I always want to fucking kiss.

I smile and walk over to the breakfast bar with our food.

She smiles at me, about to get down to take a seat at the bar, but I don’t give her a chance, quickly lifting her. She wraps her legs around my waist, her right hand going into my hair, her left cupping my neck.

We haven’t spoken, not one word, just enjoying being in each other’s orbit.

I peck her lips gently before taking her to the stool, then I sit beside her, pulling her stool close to mine so she’s in between my legs.

Her eyes tear up as we make eye contact, her right hand cupping my jaw.

“You’re really here,” she whispers, and I nod.

“I am, Tinker,” I reply. “And I don’t plan on leaving again.”

She sniffles. “But your treatment….”

I swallow the lump forming in my throat before kissing her gently. I admit, “Is still going to continue but I’ll be an outpatient here.” My eyes race between hers. “I couldn’t stay away any longer, Perrie. I needed to come home; I needed to be with you. The therapists realized something I should have known all along.”

She sniffles again and asks, “And what’s that?”

I gently cup her jaw, rubbing my thumb along it, and whisper, “I needed you in order to heal.” Tears trail her cheeks, and I wipe them away, and continue, “I’m not cured, not by a long shot, and the nightmares are still happening, and I have a long road ahead of me, but I needed to be here with you, Tinker.”

More tears fall from her beautiful eyes, and I rasp, “Please don’t cry, Tinker. I hate it when you do.”

She sniffles. “I-I just, I’ve missed you so much….”

Everything in me softens at this amazing woman before me, and on instinct, I press my lips against hers, her mouth parting instantly for my tongue, and I tangle it with hers, moaning at her taste.

In the back of my mind, I know we need to talk, to get everything off our chests, especially with those cuts on her inner thighs and the struggles we’ll have if she wants this with me, and I know I need to feed her, but, fuck, I have missed her, and my cock agrees.

My body aches from my fight with Piston, yet I feel more energetic and wired, having this girl in my arms again.

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