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I grab it, needing a reprieve, and open up the text thread, and my tears blur my vision.
Mama:
Don’t turn him down and get on his bike, sweet pea, don’t become jaded like I have xxx I love you.
I slowly lick my bottom lip, a little surprised he spoke to Mama before I put my phone on my desk, and without looking at Nyx, knowing he’ll see the emotions on my face. I quickly grab the envelope that is already addressed to Santa Monica Children’s Protective Services and promptly pop the adoption paperwork inside so they can then send them off to the courts with their paperwork before I lick the seal and with my heart in my throat, I slowly stand then look at Nyx.
“I just need to pop these in the mail box first,” I whisper, lifting the paperwork, he smiles softly as he pushes off the doorframe and walks over to me, his boots banging with each step.
He takes them off me as he kisses my head and murmurs, “I’ll mail them, you lock up,” before walking away, and I swallow hard again, trying to dislodge the lump forming in my throat as I quickly pick up my phone.
Me:
What if he hurts me again? xxx
I hover over the message before pressing send, and then I grab my bag.
I need her advice. Waking up alone this morning was an eye-opener, and I know it was to send me a message.
Mama is the only one I ever speak to about my feelings, I don't want to burden my friends. Ivy has been through hell and is currently spending as much time with Psycho and Hudson, not that I blame her. Lake is trying to stick to herself at the moment after the whole Viper crap meaning none of us know what is going on because she’s dodging calls and messages. And Raya, well, she has her own drama with Venom and the Hyenas which I have not only promised her I wouldn’t get involved but also Mama.
If they knew I killed one of their own, I’d have a large red target mark on my back, so I mainly speak to Mama, though she is also my best friend anyhow.
My phone beeps again, and I check it as I lock my office door.
Mama:
Then I’ll hurt him back, but you can’t keep hiding away from your feelings, sweet pea. It’s time to open up to him xxx
I quickly message back while near the front door.
Me:
Are you going to take your own advice, Mama? Xxx
I quickly press send and walk out of my office to find Nyx waiting for me, already sitting astride his bike, looking extremely hot. Just as I lock the door, my phone goes off again, and I check it.
Mama:
Maybe it is time I did because I can’t keep living in limbo xxx
I smile slightly and quickly type out, ‘I love you, Mama,’ before sending it then putting my phone in my bag, and walking over to Nyx.
“You ready, precious?” he asks, and I sigh, knowing he means for him to claim me, but nod as I put my bag in his side saddle. Then, without thinking too much about it, I take his hand and climb on behind him, ensuring I sit on my dress before I wrap my arms around his waist and place my head on his back.
“Okay baby, keep your legs on the pegs at all times and lean when I do, alright?” he says, and I nod slightly, my body trembling a little and not because of the fact we’re about to ride on two wheels but because I know what this now means.
I’m his.
Though, to be fair, I always was.
He starts his bike and revs it, the vibrations going through me before he pulls away quickly. I squeak, holding onto him tighter, and he chuckles, speeding off down the road.
We ride for about an hour before he pulls up to the meadows just outside of Santa Monica, forty minutes out of town, andslowly, with my legs wobbling, I climb off but keep a tight clutch to his shoulder, and he chuckles, “You alright there, precious?”
“Mmhmm,” I mutter but don’t let go of him, my legs feeling like Jello, and he chuckles again as he moves his body around before grabbing my hips and pulling me into him, his legs going either side of me as he leans against his bike.
“Better?” he asks as I fall into his chest, and I nod. “You’ll get used to it, precious,” he whispers against my forehead before he runs his lips over it, and I grip his top and close my eyes, enjoying the closeness between us, the electricity that runs all over me.
