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“Know how an MC works. I am protected to this day by the War Hammers and check in weekly. I understand that good MCs sometimes have to do things that others might find distasteful. So I’ll give you this. Of the five men who escaped from this filthy MC, I killed three. Paul, the other two. Now you have something to hold over my head should I be a rat. But I’m not a snitch, Chance. For the War Hammers or anyone else. I just understand the life. And if you didn’t notice, I didn’t take notes. I have a photographic memory. I pick what I put into my notes and remember the rest. The ball is in your court,” Janet said.
Chance stared at her for a long minute, his mind working overtime. Finally, he gave a slow nod.
“You have my number, doc. Send me an appointment,” he assented.
If he needed therapy, so be it. Whatever it took to ensure he never missed another warning sign from Clio. It would be worth it.
Chapter Four.
Clio
“This is my promise to you.” I gasped as Chance’s fingers gripped my hips, and I slid down on his cock. My walls tightened around him, and Chance let out a small moan.
“Yeah,” he grunted as I lifted up, and his hands slammed me back down.
My eyes almost rolled up in my head. God, I loved this man and what he made me feel.
“I’ll always love you,” I nearly screamed as Chance rammed deep inside me.
“Mine,” Chance growled in response as my hips moved.
Chance grabbed me, rose up, and twisted us, so I was now under him. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, angling me so he could go deeper. A possessive light lit his eyes as he began ramming into me.
“Yours,” I gasped. “Always.”
“For fuckin’ eternity.” Chance grunted and spilled his seed.
My walls clamped around him, milking him even as I reached my own release.
Chance allowed my legs to settle on either side of him before he fell on his elbows and gazed at me.
“Next time you get shit into your head about what you assume I want or need, remember this moment. Nothing else exists but us and our love, baby,” Chance stated leisurely.
My hands shot up and dragged him down to kiss me.
“Always going to be me and you and the kids. And Hellfire and the rest of the unruly mob that comes with them,” I said with a giggle.
“Knew I was losing you but couldn’t reach you,” Chance replied, rolling on his side as he snatched a washcloth from the table and cleaned me.
“I wasn’t ready to be reached. But I swear, next time things start to get me down or I feel locked out, I’ll tell you. You can’t tell me everything, but you can tell me some shit. And it would never cross my lips except in conversation with you,” I promised.
“Yeah. But in trying to protect you, I shut you out. Which probably also isolated you,” Chance murmured as he dragged me against his big body.
Chance may be nearly twice my age, but I didn’t care. He was my dream man, my soul mate. Chance was simply my everything. Should he die, I’d carry on for the kids, but half of my soul would be gone. We were meant to be.
“From now on, I will tell you what I’m thinking. Instead of making assumptions about what you want, I’ll ask. But I need you to be honest with me, too. If I do something that worries you, say so. If something happens and you’re in danger, tell me. I promise to communicate more openly because, as much as I believed I knew what you wanted, maybe you felt the same. That I’d given you words or actions that made you think of something different than what I actually wanted.
“Our communication broke down. We spoke, Chance, but not about things that really mattered. I projected my own needs onto you. I missed having a big family, but you did not. You had Hellfire and Rage. I had nobody apart from Staffey. And my mind twisted what I wanted, a big family, into making it your need. My head is a fucker when it wants to be,” I said.
“Babe, your mind is more than that. But your insecurities raised their head, and I didn’t see it. I should have,” Chance replied.
“Yes, and you were also struggling. I think you noticed something because you stopped talking to me about a lot of stuff. That was you trying to protect me. But I did not want protecting. I wanted to walk by your side and be your support. The PTSD stopped me from vocalising that. Chance, I’m worried it will return, and we end up in trouble again. Every time I hurt you, I hurt myself, which was a never-ending circle. Neither of us could win,” I said as I stroked his strong hands.
“Then, moving forward each night, we make time to talk. And not just about what the kids have said. We’re strong, baby; we lost each other in this mess,” Chance agreed. “I’ll do better by you.”
“This isn’t just on you. It’s on me. I should have made you listen to me, but I didn’t. Chance, I let things pile up instead of realising that together we are stronger. I was trying to save you from my worries but made everything worse. Obviously, I forced my dreams on you, making them yours even if they weren’t. But we have to move forward and can only do that, as you said. By being open and honest with each other,” I agreed.
Chance hauled me tighter to his hot body, and I snuggled as deep as I could. I didn’t need dreams. Now I realised I had everything I could ever have dreamed of. Dreams were fine, but reality was far better.
