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I fucking hate that I’m doing this, but I know it’s the only way to move forward, to get the fucking girl I need like my beating heart.

Sniffing hard to contain my emotions, I grab the envelope addressed to Perrie at the club’s address. I’m hoping it’ll keep her there instead of her being on her own. I’ve been sending her a letter a day but have yet to receive one back, and it fucking hurts.

Maybe she’s sick of me. Perhaps I’m too dirty for her….

Shaking my head, I put the letter in the envelope just as there’s a knock at the door. I turned to see Ben, an orderly.

He gives me a wrinkly smile, “Any mail?”

I nod and walk over to him, handing him the letter. He grins and hands me one back.

I thank him before he leaves, then sigh, knowing it’s probably from Piston, demanding I return home when I’ve finished, that we have the rest of The Killers to hunt down and kill.

Fuck, I’ve heard from most of the brothers, all gloating about how Pamela was stabbed in an apparent “mugging” before a bullet split her head. I have to admit that satisfied me, especially knowing all my abusers are dead, yet I haven’t received anything from my girl.

Sighing, I turn the envelope over but freeze when I see the handwriting. My stomach tightens, and I quickly open it, my pulse racing.

Ollie,

I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to write you back, but you see, I’m pissed at you!

I chuckle.

You left without a goodbye because you hate them, but what about me, huh? I needed one last kiss before you left. I needed to tell you what you did to me and what you helped me overcome.

I miss you, Ollie. It’s not the same without you, but I know you're doing what you need to—I can see that in your letters—and I’m so proud of you.

You’re my rock, Ollie, and I never got to say it to you, but I love you, I do.

My eyes tear up as I sit down on the bed.

Keep fighting your demons, Ollie, and when you get home, I promise to try and fight them with you. I promise to let you in and give you my truths about the scars.

I won’t write again because you need this, but I expect my letters, even if I have to go to the club for them.

You’re my universe, Ollie, and you always have been, so don’t give up.

Come home to me….

Always Yours,

XX

“Fuck,” I murmur and lay back, my heart pounding. “For you, Tinker,” I whisper, “I’ll do this, and then come home to you.”

It’s a promise I intend to keep.

Ready or not, sweetheart. We’re happening….

24

Perrie – Three Weeks Later

I smile a little despite the pain burying me. I hear the brothers laugh and look up to see Bulldozer run around the large pool table while Cannon runs after him, the pool cue in his hand, high above his head, as the brothers all laugh at their antics.

“You cheated, you fucker, give me my money back,” Cannon growls, and I shake my head. The men here are like children, I tell you.

When Steal said he was going to watch out for me, he wasn’t lying. If I’m fighting, two brothers are in the crowd, if I’m at the gym, prospects stay outside, and on weekends, he’s demanded I stay in Ollie’s room at the club, and when I say demanded, I mean he threw me over his shoulder the first weekend Ollie was gone when I refused.

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