Page 78 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

I really never thought I’d be so glad to be back here, but after thinking I was going to die in Julian’s basement, it’s so fucking nice to be here. To be home.

My room is just like I left it, with a few clothes thrown on the floor and my nail polish bottles lined up on the nightstand, and I hunt for some clean clothes to throw on.

I look down at the marks on my wrists as I dress, remembering what Ash asked me in the shower. All the dried blood is gone, and now there is just a ring of bruises and patches of raw skin. The marks are from where Julian had me chained up, and my struggles to get away, but they’re also from when Priest tied me up.

Like so much of my life, the good and the bad, the pain and the pleasure all seem to blend until they’re barely distinguishable from each other.

There’s no denying my life is fucked up. ThatI’mfucked up.

But with these men, I don’t feel as fucked up as I used to. Or at least, I don’t feel so out of place with it. They have just as many demons as I do, just as many regrets and barely scabbed-over wounds, and they understand me on a level I would never have expected anyone to.

It makes me feel less damaged and more like I could belong.

It’s not a bad feeling.

Maybe what I said to Priest that day was true—that broken things don’t need to be fixed.

Maybe they just need to findotherbroken things, so that together, they can make a whole.

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