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His gaze cuts to me so fast, he swerves slightly on the road. “What the fuck did you just say?”
I bite my lip to attempt to contain my laughter. “Jacky?” I say like a question and shrug, looking out my window.
"Angel,” he rumbles in that deep, sexy voice, making my panties wet.
“Yes?” I say as I keep my eyes trained out my window.
“Look at me.”
I turn my head and give him the most innocent look I can, batting my lashes at him.
“Don’t ever call me that again. Never.” He looks back at me quickly before cursing under his breath. “And don’t make that face. Fuck, woman, you’re trying to kill me.”
I chuckle and look straight again. It’s going to be fun calling him that more often. I feel lighter than I have since everything happened. I know this feeling won’t last, but at this moment, I will take it. Things are going to get worse before they get better.
When we reach the apartment, the bikes pull up behind us. Rage gets off his and comes over to my door, opening it. “What’s going on?”
“Presley wants to get some of her stuff.”
Rage eyes me. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
I nod. “Yes. I need to do this. To make sure I can face it. And I want my own things.”
“Do you want us all to come in with you? We will.”
“No, it’s okay. Jack—Jackson can come in with me.” I almost say Jacky but stop when Jackson lets out what sounds like a low growl.
Rage’s eyes light up like they do every time he hears me call his brother by his legal name. “Alright. I’m going to send everyone on their way. Sugar, Blade, and I will stay behind and wait out here.”
“Thank you, Rage.”
He nods and helps me out of the truck. This thing is way too tall for me. Jackson walks around to my side and takes my hand while Rage goes back to the bikes to fill them in on everything.
We walk upstairs to the door, and Jackson takes my keys from me to unlock it. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever comes next. Jackson turns around and looks at me. “We cleaned everything up. There isn’t anything left.”
That helps me breathe slightly easier. I step up to him and wrap my arms around him, breathing him in. Whiskey and faint gasoline. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, angel. Ready?”
I shake my head but step back and look inside anyway. I scan the room and look at the window where I remember first seeing Ben’s shadow. Hearing his voice… It sent a cold chill down my spine. I walk in further, my steps faltering slightly as I keep moving forward. Flashes of that night assault me.
Him hitting me.
Yanking my hair.
Tying me to the chair.
Slice. Stab.This is your fault, his voice reminds me.
You ruined everything.
I’m sorry, beautiful girl. Your mom killed you.
No! I scan the room again, blinking as tears pour out. This isn’t my fault. This isn’t my fault.
When I look at the kitchen, I see the vase of white roses. Thedeadwhite roses.
He brought those here.
