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“I just want it to be over. I don’t know how much more I can take,” I confess, lowering my eyes, ashamed of my weakness. “I’m slowly losing my mind, and even though we’re so close to obtaining our freedom, I’ve never felt so trapped. When our clemency finally arrives, what happens then?”
He ponders my question as he runs a finger across my cheek. “We do whatever it takes to survive,” he replies after moments of silence. “I promise you’ll get the life you deserve.”
But that’s the million-dollar question—what life do I deserve?
From where I stand, everything bad that has happened is just the karma train collecting passengers.
“You’re a good person.”
“Am I? Because at the moment, all I can think about is killing my father. If that’s not a bad person, then I don’t know what is.”
“You’re a survivor. Sometimes, two wrongs make a right.”
I mull over his response because he’s right.
There is never a right time to kill somebody, but in a circumstance such as this, what other choice do I have?
I could let the police deal out their own hand of justice, but no doubt Phil knows a lot of dirty cops. He would buy and bribe his way out, not paying for his crimes. Not paying for what he did to Hank. And I can’t live with that.
“There is always an exception to the rule, and this is one of those times,” Quinn whispers. “Just like you are an exception to my rule.”
“Your rule?” I question, arching an eyebrow.
Quinn nods, his eyes smoldering as he tugs on his hoop. “Yes. I promised myself that I’d never fall in love because I didn’t deserve that happiness. But with you, I didn’t have a choice. You own me heart, mind, body, and soul. I am yours.”
Tears sting my eyes because I feel everything he feels, too.
To be so deeply in love with another and have that other person love you in return is wonderful.
When you’ve never been loved before, experiencing this kind of love, this all-consuming, obsessive, infatuated kind of love, then it makes up for all the loneliness, because nothing could ever compare to being adored by Quinn.
“I love you, Quinn Berkeley,” I say, leaning forward and nuzzling his cheek.
“And I love you, Mia Lee.”
I gasp, as it’s the first time he’s addressed me in such a way.
Right now, I just want to forget about everything and lose myself in Quinn. But I know he’ll probably refuse, as what happened between us in the boathouse was a one-off thing until we can visit a pharmacy.
Quinn reads my train of thoughts loud and clear. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” I question, pulling back in confusion.
“You know what,” he replies with a lopsided smile. “Do you know how hard it is to not strip you naked and fuck you until we both forget our troubles?”
“I’d say very hard,” I playfully tease as I peer down at his erection.
Quinn moans in his throat as he flops down onto his pillow, frustrated.
Placing his hands behind his head, he stares up at the ceiling, and suddenly, I see his lips moving.
“Are you…counting?” I ask with a smirk as I shuffle down next to him.
“Shh,” he replies, his lips continuing their muted murmurs.
“What are you doing?” I chuckle, running my fingers along his tattoo and watching his skin break out into tiny goose bumps.
“Not helping,” he grits out between clenched teeth, his eyes squinting shut.
