“Nothing,” I say quickly, shaking my head with a light laugh. “It just sounded beautiful. That’s all.”
I’m not ready to pull it apart, to admit why everything suddenly feels heavier. I could’ve translated this online if I really needed to, but it was never about that. I just wanted to place a piece of him beside a piece of something I love, and see if the two belonged together.
Ghost
She loves me.
I see it in her eyes, in the way she looks at me like I’mhome. In the curve of her smile when I walk into the room, in the softness of her body when I hold her at night.
She’s given in. Completely.
After all this time, after everything, I’ve finally broken her walls.
And I’ve accepted that she's broken mine, too.I love her.Again. That’s a curse I’ll carry for the rest of my life, heavy around my neck. But I know now — no matter how long I keep her, no matter how many months or even years I stretch this out — it’ll never be enough. I will never have enough of her.
She loves me, which means it’s time to end it.
Bones is still breathing, and Temperance doesn’t look like she’s going to finish the job. Whatever was between them has settled into something that looks dangerously like peace. The problem with peace, though? It gives men like Bones time to notice things. Start asking questions.
Soon, he’ll become suspicious. He already almost did once. Because I’ve started to change, and he saw it. Before he can find out himself, I have to tell him the truth, and then I need to finish what I started.
I sigh and close my book, then glance at her. She’s curled up beside me with one of those ridiculous paperbacks she’s been devouring, hair a mess, skin flushed from earlier.
“Adora, we need to talk.”
Her breath catches, and her eyes snap to mine. Wide. Frightened. Yeah, those words do sound terrifying.
I lick my bottom lip, trying to find the right approach. Then I give up. Rip the bandage.
“I’m taking you to the clubhouse.”
Her eyes widen, surprise cutting through the fear. “You are?” she asks, voice small.
I nod slowly, watching her reaction. “Yeah. It’s time. I want to make it clear to the brothers what’s happening. No more hiding. We move forward now, together.”
I lean in and kiss her. A soft lie against her lips. An empty assurance.
When I pull back, I see the questions rising behind her eyes. Her mouth opens, trembling around words she doesn’t say.
In the end, she just whispers, weakly, “Okay.”
For some reason, I almost flinch. She trusts me. It’s exactly what I wanted, so why does it feel so hollow?
13. Amour
Ghost
Icalled Bones earlier. Told him I’m bringing Adora to the clubhouse tonight. Told him I’ve had her for months, and no one touches her but me.
He didn’t say a word. Just listened in that way he does when he's already miles ahead of the conversation. And when I finished,“You’re fucked”were the only words he said before he hung up.
He’s right. Iamfucked. I can feel it beneath my skin, like a slow suffocation I can’t claw my way out of.
I’m behind the wheel, cage eating up the road, Adora in the passenger seat. She’s quiet, always is during drives. But this time it feels different. Heavy. Like we’re moving in slow motion, sinking, drowning in something inevitable.
Almost a year I’ve had her, and I never gave her a bike ride. Not once. Not even when she looked at the Harley with longing.
She didn’t say a word, of course she didn’t. She won’t say anything she thinks might upset me. She’s too afraid of losing this.Me.Afraid to shift the weight of whatever she thinks we’ve built.
