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Because she’s still here.
And I don’t know if I can be the man she thinks I am.
The silence stretches. My knuckles drip blood onto the floor, the taste of whiskey thick on my tongue, my whole body vibrating with the need to break something. To break myself.
But she just steps closer.
Her hands, soft but stubborn, come up to my face again. This time I don’t shove them away. I can’t. I’m too fucking tired.
“You don’t have to say it,” she murmurs, eyes locked on mine. “But I’m not leaving you. Not tonight. Not ever.”
The words crack something deep inside me. I drop my head forward until my forehead rests against hers, breath ragged, chest caving in.
I don’t answer. I can’t.
But she doesn’t need me to.
Because she’s not going anywhere.
And that terrifies me more than anything Xavier could ever do.
CHAPTER 30
A MOMENT OF PEACE
SPIKE
My body is humming with emotion right now but the strongest one is the desire to just give up.
I don't want this.
I didn't want Zero to die.
I don't want this responsibility.
"It's okay, Spike. We'll get through this." Jayne whispers as she swipes a soft hand down my face. It honestly feels like her fingertips are myy only life line.
I look into her eyes, waiting for the hurtful words I've just said to her to finally grab hold and for her to walk away but she doesn't move. She stays right there in front of me.
I stay strong for as long as I can but like a levee holding back the water from a stage five tornado, I crack.
"Oh god, Jaynie." I groan and let my head fall to her shoulder.
She wraps her dainty yet strong arms around me and all the strength I had just moments ago disappears.
I can't even keep my legs under me. It feels like the entire world is crumbling around me. All of my weight transfers to her.Both my physical weight and the weight of what has happened today.
She doesn't buckle, doesn't let me go.
She doesn’t buckle, doesn’t let me go.
Her fingers comb through my hair, gentle, steady, her voice low and soft in my ear. “It’s okay, baby. Let it out. You don’t have to carry this alone.”
The words cut me open. I don’t even realize I’m crying until the tears hit her skin. Hot, shameful tears I’ve been choking back since I felt Zero’s last breath shudder out of him. My chest heaves against hers, the sobs ripping up through me like broken glass. I’m a grown man, a biker, a Vice President of this club, and here I am fucking breaking in her arms like a kid.
“I’m sorry,” I choke, over and over again, the words spilling out in a loop. “I’m so fucking sorry, Jaynie. For what I said. For all of it. I didn’t mean it. I swear to Christ I didn’t mean it.”
She presses her lips to the top of my head, whispering against my hair, “I know. I know you didn’t.”
