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😈😈"Why not? I am your mate, it's your obligation to please me. " "Ava sweetheart I'm so proud of you". My mom sobbed as she pulled me in for a hug. I had graduated in becoming a doctor. All the hard work and hours of studying had finally paid off. I couldn't contain my excitement or the tears that were rolling down my cheeks. I was happy and I couldn't wait for the next chapter of my life to begin. "It's you against the world now baby, you done it, you made something of yourself. I love you A". ... It had been months since I graduated and I couldn't for the life of me find a job or placement. No hospital was willing to give me a chance. I needed more experience or I wasn't the right person for the job. I needed recommendations and that was something I didn't have. I was fresh out the packet eager to start my career. I had worked so hard, graduating the youngest in my class and right now it all felt like a waste. The student loans, the hours of non stop studying and for what, to get knocked back at every chance? Grabbing the necklace around my neck something I always did when I was frustrated I let out a heavy sigh. The necklace was the only piece I had left of my dad, the last time I saw him I was seven. I understood why my mom had taken us away but it still didn't help the emptiness I felt, the piece that always felt missing. I was seven, I didn't understand what was going on. Growing up I asked questions but I never got the answer I wanted. I knew he spent a good few years in prison but what I didn't understand was why he didn't try and look for me. My dad wasn't your typical dad, he was the leader of an MC in downtown NewYork. I didn't know much but I knew enough. I had so many unanswered questions and no one to answer them. My mom didn't like talking about him, my dad was a sensitive subject. I knew deep down he was the love of her life. "Ava, honey?" "Yeah mom?" I called hiding the necklace back under my T-shirt. She knew I wore it, she didn't like it but she knew it was important to me. "Still no luck baby?" She asked leaning against my open door. Shaking my head I pulled my knees up to my chin "I can't seem to catch a break, I can't even get a placement. No one wants to take a chance on me". I sighed. Walking towards me she took a seat on the edge of my bed and squeezed my hand "Don't give up A, it'll happen when you least expect it and besides they'd be fools not to hire you" She kissed my forehead before standing back up "You hungry?" "Not really. How was work?" I asked. My mom worked at the local hairdressers as a beauty therapist. Standing at 5 foot 5 and 39 years old my mother was beautiful. She had me when she was young but she never gave up. She basically raised me on her own and I'll be forever grateful that she is my mom. Growing up I wanted for nothing, she provided and gave me everything I needed. She worked hard for the life that we both have. "Long and tiring my feet are killing me" She winced as she removed her shoes and placed them beside my bed. I never did understand why she wore heels to work when she was on her feet all day. Flats would be a better option for her. Appearance was everything to my mom, her hair was always done to perfection along with her make-up, especially when she was working. "Come have a glass of wine with your mom. It's been a long day and I sure as hell need one". I couldn't say no to that. ..... "I think I need to widen my search" I said taking a sip of my wine. We were curled up on the sofa with the t. v on and the blankets wrapped around us. Most of the time this was how we spent our nights. I didn't have many friends so there for I didn't have a big socal life. Taking her eyes of the t. v she glanced at me "What do you mean widen your search?" She asked. "I mean maybe try different hospitals. I'm not having much luck here. I could maybe apply to some in another-..." "No Ava" Cutting me off she pushed off the blankets and stood up "You want another glass?". Taking the glass out my hand giving me no time to answer. This conversation wasn't going to go down well. Was it so bad that I wanted to find my dad. I wanted to find a great hospital to work in and that wasn't going to happen here. I couldn't bring up my dad, I couldn't even mention his name. I didn't argue with my mom ever but it was time I started making my own decision and living my own life. I had done what she wanted, I had made something of my self. "Ava?". Snapping out of my thoughts I took the glass of wine and waited until she was comfortable. Taking a sip of my wine I glanced at her and noticed she was in a world of her own, trapped in her thoughts. I hated the look she gave me when I tried to ask about him. Did he hurt her that bad? "How did you get out?" I asked. This question was one that always played on my mind. "I'm not discussing this Ava". Again she was off the couch and making her way into the kitchen. "You going to bed?" She asked a yawn escaping her mouth. "No not yet. I'm going to apply for some jobs, I have to find something" I lied. I wasn't going to look for jobs I was going to google my dad and his club and see what information I could get. "Well I'm going to bed, I'm working early tomorrow". She kissed the top of my head. "I love you A you do know that don't you?". "I love you too mom". ... By the time I had got myself out of bed my mom had already left. It was just after noon but I didn't get to bed until late, I was to busy googling my dad. I found out why he was in prison but I also found out that he was released 8 years ago. The media had made out that he was a monster and that he should never have been released, he was nothing but scum and that he should have died in prison. I had to shut my laptop down, I couldn't read anymore. I already knew I was going to NewYork, I had to see my dad again. It had been sixteen years, I had waited long enough. After taking a quick shower I pulled on my leather jacket and threw my duffel bag over my shoulder. Heading down stairs I grabbed my keys and left a note for my mom on the kitchen table. She wasn't going to like my decision but I had to do this. I knew she would be hurt and disappointed but I hoped she would understand. Pulling into the gas station I filled my tank and grabbed a few snacks for the road. It would take me at least 2 days to get to New York from Califonia. As I waited to be served my mom texted and instantly I felt guilty. We had a great relationship, growing up I had the best childhood and for as long as I could remember it had always just been the two of us. 'Going to be late tonight honey. You be okay to get dinner yourself? x Chewing the inside of my cheek I paid for my stuff and got the hell out of there. If I didn't leave now I never would. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. It was Friday morning when I finally seen the 'Welcome to New York' sign. I was exhausted and I badly needed caffine. I hadn't slept proper in two days other than getting a half hour here and there. I had been ignoring my mothers phone calls. I couldn't talk to her right now, I couldn't face the hurt and the guilt. Turning off the engine I grabbed my bag and headed inside a small coffee shop. I needed caffeine before I continued and it was good to stretch my legs. The smell of freshly baked muffins hit my nose and my stomach growled with hunger. "What can I get for you this morning?" Glancing up I came face to face with a pair of brown eyes. "Can I have and cappuccino and a chocolate chip muffin please". "Sure that'll be $5. 65". Handing me my muffin I waited patiently for my coffee. As I was waiting the door to the shop chimed, the noise that followed caught my attention. The guys that entered were rowdy but that didn't surprise me when I realised who they were. I couldn't stop staring, especially at the quiet one. He was beautiful, his build, the way he carried himself, the attention he received. This man screamed dangerous and I couldn't look away. He was clad in leather and I knew he was part of my dads club. If the leathers didn't give him away his cut sure did. I instantly dropped my gaze when he smirked at me. Crap, my mother always did say it was rude to stare. Scraping my chair back I put my rubbish in the bin and high tailed it out of there. Heading straight for my car I struggled to get my keys from my pocket, the leather was tight and my hands were sweaty. I was embarrassed that I had been staring at him so openly. Laughing at myself I ran a hand over my face. "Way to go Ava". I muttered. I was just about to get in my car when a hand was placed on my shoulder, I jumped slightly a squeal falling from my lips My breath caught in my throat. He really was beautiful. 6"3 maybe 6"4, he was tall but he was built so he carried it well. Tattoos covered both forearms, I was curious did he have more? Looking up my eyes landed on his, my mouth became dry, my stomach tightened. I didn't understand why I was reacting this way to a man I didn't know. "Got a name darlin'?" He asked his voice rough, mysterious, smooth. A voice that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand. I couldn't speak, I couldn't speak past the lump in my throat. "A-Ava" I stuttered "My names Ava". Seeing the grin form on his face my eyesbrows furrowed. Why was he grinning? "The names Blaze sweatheart and I'll definitely be seeing you sometime". Then he left. I was stood dumbstruck as to what just happened. Who was that man? I hadn't moved from my spot. Blaze was long gone and I was still standing where he had left me. Like the little loser that I am I was still playing over in my head what he said to me. 'The names Blaze sweetheart and I'll definitely be seeing you sometime' Little butterflies erupted in my stomach, a blush spreading across my cheeks. I'm pretty sure he had no idea who I was, in fact I know he didn't. That was probably a line he used on girls all the time and no doubt it worked. Feeling my phone buzz in my pocket again, I took it out seeing I had a new message from my mom along with a dozen missed calls. 'Baby I'm not mad I just need to know that you're alright. Please A, call me or atleast text me back. Please honey I'm going out of my mind x' Quickly texting her back I put my phone away and got in my car. Running a hand through my hair I started my engine and left the parking lot. It was nearing 2pm and all I had done for the past couple of hours was drive about. I needed a sleep and I needed to shower, badly. I knew before I came here what I wanted but now that I was actually here I was wasn't sure. I had been driving around wasting gas because I couldn't bring myself to drive to where I needed to go. My nerves were eating away at me to the point where I felt sick. Suck it up!! Whats the worst that could happen? Blowing out a big breath I took off in the direction of my dads club house. It was now or never, I had to do this for me. If I turned up and he wanted nothing to do with me then I would about turn and head home. I've lived a happy life without him before and I could do it again. I wasn't a child anymore, we had no real connection so I knew there wouldn't be any hard feelings if it turned out bad. Pulling up on the opposite side of the road I glanced up at the club house. It sure as hell didn't make you feel welcomed but then again that was probably the point, to keep outsiders out. Barred wire covered the tops of the 6 foot fence that surrounded the building. Squinting my eyes I noticed the words Devils Due MC imprinted on the top of the building for everyone to see. No one was around that I could see but that didn't mean there was no one inside. I could always remember as a little girl the club house was always full. Full of bikers, their old ladies and club girls. Sighing I lay my head against my head rest, feeling my eyes get heavy a yawn escaped my mouth. ..... Jerking awake I glanced around me, when did it get dark. Pulling out my phone from my pocket I cursed when it read 7. 30pm. Looking over at the club house my breath caught in my throat when I noticed Blaze leaning against his bike, cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth and his eyes glued on my car. He knew what I drove, he knew it would be me. I wanted to look away, I wanted to start my car and get the hell out of there but I couldn't. My heartbeat quickened as I watched him stub out his cigarette and make his way towards me. As he got closer our eyes connected and I pressed my lock button. Yeah he was part of my dads club but he didn't know Franko was my dad and I didn't know what he was capable of. Rounding my car he came to a stop at my window. I'm pretty sure he would be able to hear how loud my heart was beating. He sure as hell knew how to put the fear in people. "You a cop little lady?". He didn't seem as friendly as he did at the coffee shop. He thought I was a cop, I wanted to laugh. Glancing at him I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip. Why did I come here. "Tell me who you are sweetheart". So he liked to use pet names. I could tell he wasn't messing around. "Get out the car, come meet the club". He smirked. I was not going to do that. "Darlin' I suggest you get your little ass out here now". His tone was playful, what's the worst that could happen? Swallowing my fear I unlocked my doors. I barely had time to take off my seatbelt before he had me by the upper arm dragging me out the car. His grip tightened causing a painful cry to escape my mouth. "You're gonna tell me who you are and you're gonna tell me why you've been sitting out here half the fucking day watching us". He wasn't playing around, his grip on my arm was going to leave a mark. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip I bit back my tears. I should never have come here. How did he think handling me this way was okay. Why did I have to unlock my door? I should have drove away the second he approached. "Fine we'll do it my way". As he started dragging me across the road my brain started to work and my fear doubled "Wait please". I croaked trying to stop him from dragging me any further. Letting me go I tripped over my own foot landing on the cold hard ground. This was no way to treat anyone. This was a mistake. Hearing a click I glanced at him, feeling the color drain from my face I swallowed the lump in my throat. He had a gun and it was pointed at my head. "I ain't got no problem killing a bitch darlin' its not like I haven't done it before. Tell me who the fuck you are and why you've been watching us". His tone caused the hairs on the back of my neck to rise. This man was a killer, he was dangerous. I was violently shaking. As the tears rolled down my cheeks I didn't dare move to wipe them. He could kill me with one shot, kill me here and now and no one would care. This is what they did, this is the life my mom took us away from. "A-Ava" I stuttered not being able to take my eyes of the gun. "I know your fucking name, thats not what I asked". Taking a cigarette from his cut he put it to his lips and lit it up. There was nothing behind his eyes, this man was dead inside. He didn't care. "Your president Franko is he here?". I croaked. Hearing my dads name made his head snap up and his eyes lock on mine "What business you got with my prez?". Growling he stormed over to me picking me up by the arm. He started to drag me back across the road and into the parking lot of the club house. "I guess I could keep you here". He smirked. My body started to tremble. "Please I'm- I'm not a cop he's my-.." Just as he pulled the club house door open I found my voice again. "He's my dad". I cried causing him to let me go. Stumbling to the ground I have never felt so scared and embarrassed in all my life. It was like everything stopped. The laughter, the talking, everyone was staring. Wiping my tears I pulled myself off the ground. I was angry, the fear had turned to anger. The way he treated me, the way he manhandled me was unacceptable. "What did you just say?". He asked. "He's my dad". My teeth were clenched tight and my hands were balled into fists. No wonder my mom didn't hang around. "Who's the whore?". Pulling my head up my gaze fell on a leggy brunette. I wasn't here to start an arguments. Deciding to keep my mouth shut I bit the inside of my cheek. I wasn't the fighting type but with the way I have been treated tonight I might just start. I knew how to take care of myself. One thing my mom taught me was that I was to always stand my ground. Forgetting about the girl I turned my attention back to Blaze. "Is he here or not?". I asked. "Don't speak to him whore. Know your fucking place". She sneered. As she took a step towards me I took a step back. Laughing she looked me up and down and just like that something inside me snapped. "I am not a whore and I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm looking for Franko so can you please just tell me where he is?". I snapped. Coming here was a mistake but it was something I had to do. My mom did the right thing by keeping me away. "Why you little bit-...". "What the fuck is going on in here?". A voice roared causing a shiver to run down my spine. I knew that voice even though I hadn't heard it in so long I couldn't forget it. "Baby this-...". "Fuck off Sandra and stop calling me baby. Now what the fuck is all the shouting about?". He stormed his way through the club house until he stopped right infront of me. He was still as tall and built as I remembered him to be. His hair was longer and a little greyer but he was still the same man. Letting my eyes room over his face I noticed a scar next to his right eye. A few wrinkles lay there but other than that my dad was still a very handsome man. Gazing into his eyes was like gazing into my own. "Ava?" He asked his eyes widened and I didn't know if he was shocked or angry. "Hey dad". I was overwhelmed. This is not how I expected this to go. "Sweetheart". He whispered. ... "I can't believe you're here. Does that bitch you call mom know where you are?". Taking a long drag of his cigarette my eyes fell into slits. "Don't call her that". My mom wasn't a bitch, my mom was the one that brought me up, made sure I had clothes on my back and made sure I got a good education. "I'll call her what I want". He glared stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray. "Fuck you're just like her". Well this wasn't going the way I had hoped it would. I couldn't believe he was acting like this, the way he was speaking to me. "She says I look like you. Not that I would know right enough haven't seen you in 16 years". Tonight had been full of surprises and I guess I had just had about enough bullshit. "Might look like me darlin' but you are definitely your mothers daughter. A little spitfire that doesn't know when to keep her fucking mouth shut". I had lost him and I think he was talking more about my mom than me. "Why didn't you come looking for me?". I asked finally having the chance to ask what I want to know, have been dying to know. "What man doesn't get in contact with his daughter?". Maybe he had other children now. "Reel it the fuck in Ava. Don't think you can come in here and think you can lay all this shit on me. I was in fucking prison for most of your life. I do-..." "You got out when I was 15". I argued not being able to hold back anymore. "Do you know what it's like growing up without a dad. One minute he's there the next he's not. I was seven years old I didn't know that was the last time I was going to see you. But don't you worry my mom did one hell of a job. The best thing she could have done was take me away, away from you". Hurt flashed through his eyes before it turned to anger "I don't need to fucking listen to this. You can stay here tonight but tomorrow you're going back to your fucking mom. I don't need this". He growled pushing his chair back and standing up. Matching his moves I grabbed the necklace that was around my neck and unclipped it "I wish you weren't my dad, I hate you". Throwing the necklace at him I walked through the clubhouse with my head held high. "Ava". He roared. Ignoring him and the looks I was getting I walked through the front door. Coming here was the worst thing I ever did. Walking to my car I got in and drove off. With one last glance in my rearview mirror I saw him standing in the middle of the road with a few of his men. Pulling up at the side of the road I wiped my eyes. I was angry, no scratch that I was furious. How could he do that to me, his own daughter? Taking out my phone I looked through my contacts pressing dial when I found my moms number. Putting it on speaker I waited for her to answer. "Ava baby are you alright?.. A, honey?" "M-mom" I sobbed my body starting to shake. I don't think I've ever cried this much in my entire life. I should never have come here. Why did I have to be so stupid? "What did that bastard do?" she roared "Ava baby please talk to me" Sniffing and rubbing at my nose I cleared my throat "He doesn't w-want me mom. Why doesn't he want me? W-what did I do wrong?" I cried wishing I was at home with her curled up on the sofa instead of being here all alone in a city I didn't know. I was hurt and angry. What man doesn't want to get to know his own daughter? "You listen to me Ava Maria Mendez and you listen good. You have done nothing wrong. This is not your fault. Please baby don't blame yourself and please tell me where are you?" I knew my mom was angry but I knew it wasn't with me. My mom didn't entirely hate my dad but this might have just pushed her over the edge and she only ever used my full name when she was angry. "I don't know I've been circling for about an hour. I want to come home" I croaked. I had no idea where I was. "I know baby but I don't want you driving right now not when your in this state. Please baby find a motel to sleep tonight and call me tomorrow when you've had some rest" "Okay mom see you soon. Love you" "Love you to baby" Little did I know I would be seeing my mother alot sooner than what I thought. Throwing my phone onto the passanger seat I looked around my surroundings. Nothing, not even a street name. Starting my engine I searched for somewhere I could go, there had to be atleast an all night diner about. Making a left turn I sighed with relief when I spotted one. Stopping outside I grabbed my bag, locked my car and headed inside. "Rough night?". "You could say that". I said placing the menu back in the stand. "You ready to order sweetie?". "I'll just take a coffee thanks" I smiled as she wrote it down and walked away. Glancing at my phone screen it was just coming up on 9. 30pm. What a long horrible day. As my coffee was placed infront of me I smiled at the waitress. What in the world was I going to do? I had no idea where I was and I was in need of a good nights sleep. As a yawn escaped my mouth I pushed back my chair and stood up. Heading over to the counter I waited for some service. The place was dead but I didn't want to be rude and shout out. "You want something else sweetie?". "Could you put this in a take away cup for me please?". "Sure thing honey". Handing me back my coffee I left the diner. Could I sleep in my car? Would it be safe enough?. Walking to my car my face fell into a scowl the same time my heart skipped a beat. "Shouldn't be out here alone darling". Great just what I needed. How did he know where to find me. My day had just gone from bad to worse. Blaze was leaning against my bumper smoking a cigarette. "Last time I checked I didn't need a babysitter. You come to put a gun to my head again?". I sneered stopping next to my car. I didn't trust him and if I'm honest he scared the living shit out of me. Getting a good look at him I noticed the bruising that covered his left eye and the deep gash that lay above it. What in the world happened to him? His eyes fell into slits as he glared at me. That small action caused me to take a small step back. Throwing his cigarette away he stood up straight and put his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. "Well ain't you a mouthy little witch". He smirked causing my face to pale. "Relax babe I ain't gonna hurt you just making sure you're alright". My mouth fell open. He was here because he wanted to make sure I was alright? Of course I wasn't alright. He had a gun to my head less than 3 hours ago. Folding my arms under my chest I walked closer feeling more confident this time. "Why the hell do you care. You don't know me and if I'm honest I'd like you to go away and leave me alone". Turning on my heels I walked to the drivers side of my car and was about to open the door when he grabbed hold of my upper arm. "No can do princess. Orders from the man himself, I need to make sure you're safe and I ain't allowed to leave your side till it's day light". You have got to be kidding me. Feeling the anger rise within me I shook off his hand "Get your hands off me and tell that pathetic excuse for a dad that I don't need a fucking babysitter". I snapped opening my car door only for it to be slammed shut. "Listen you spoilt little bitch you ain't leaving my side till I say you can. Now get that pretty little ass of yours on the back of my bike before I make you". he growled. Even though I was shaking inside I wasn't letting him see that "I'm not going back to the clubhouse and you cant make me". Who did he think he was? A spoilt little bitch? I was far from spoilt. Everything I have has been earned not handed to me on a silver plate. "Just get on the damn bike Ava". …… Aubreys POV..... How could that bastard do that to her? It was nearing midnight when I arrived in NewYork. I was now standing outside the clubhouse back in this shitty little town. I could hear the music and laughter from inside and it just made me more mad. I was fuming but I was more worried and scared because Ava wasn't answering her phone. I bet he's sitting in there with a biker whore in his lap acting like the king. Straighting my shoulders I marched to the front door and pulled it open as hard as I could. "Where the fuck is he?". I roared causing the laughter to die down. This place had not changed one bit it even smelled the same. A mixture of motorcycle oil, leathers, cigarettes and lets not forget sex. Scrunching my nose up I ignored all the stares. "Well if it isn't little Aubrey". Gritting my teeth I turned and came face to face with Tommy. Tommy was one of Franko's lifers and his best friend. He's been here for as long as I could remember. "Where the fuck is he Tommy?". "Who is that?". A younger biker asked. "This here brothers is Franko's old lady". Tommy smirked. The full place fell silent, the music stopping. "Fuck off Tommy". I hissed having a good idea on where he would be. Probably in his office with a whore between his legs. "Bitch still makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up". I heard Tommy mumble. Feeling the smirk form on my face I winked at the young biker and disappeared through the clubhouse. Coming to a stop at his office door I pulled it open and there he was sitting in his chair, eyes closed and a whore between his legs. Slamming the door shut his eyes snapped open. I marched over to him and grabbed the whore by the hair. Ignoring her cries of protest I dragged her across the floor and shoved her near the door. "Get out". I snapped While this was happening Franko sat with a fucking smirk on his face. A smirk like he was fucking enjoying it. Picking up her clothes the girl exited the room quietly closing the door behind her. Watching the smirk fall into a glare I swallowed the lump in my throat. He was a very intimidating man but I knew him better than most and I knew he wouldn't hurt me. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He snapped buttoning up his leathers. "How fucking could you?". I shouted "Ava is your daughter Frances. She looks up to you so much even though you haven't been there that poor girl dotes on you". I could feel my emotions getting the better of me and I knew if I cried I would kick my own ass later. "You hurt my baby". "I know she's my kid. Fuck she looks just like me". He sighed running a hand through his hair. "I didn't hurt her Aubrey I just didn't know how to act around her". "Then why would you throw her out, why did she call me in hysterics about you not wanting her, asking what she had done wrong. Why Franko, why would you treat her like that?". He could say or do whatever he wanted to me but when it came to Ava I was drawing a line. She had wanted this moment to be perfect, she had waited so long and yes I stopped her because I was afraid something like this would happen. "Who the fuck are you to come up in here and start blaming me for this shit, I never threw her out". "You're the one to blame". I roared my voice breaking as I felt my eyes water "That chain you put on her as a child, she still fucking wears it. You broke her heart and do you know what I'm glad you did because maybe now she'll move on and forget about you". I sneered. Slamming his hands on the desk he stood from his chair and stormed towards me. Standing infront of me he was so close I could feel his breath fanning my face. It was hard to believe that this was the man I had fell in love with, was still in love with but couldn't ever bring myself to go back there. "Always had a way with words didn't you". He growled grabbing my face in his hands "Always were a mouthy little shit". "Don't touch me". I snapped slapping my hands against his chest. "Don't ever fucking touch me Franko". Something inside of me broke and I couldn't hold it together anymore. "This is your fault". I slapped his chest again and again and again until I was sobbing and if it wasn't for his arms cradling me I would have broke down on the floor. "I have no idea where my baby is. She's not answering her phone. What if somethings happened to her?". "Darlin' relax I have my VP watching over her she's safe". His voice was soft and soothing and it had been so long since I had heard it like that. "So because your VP is watching her she's safe. How do you know she's safe when you were here with your whore?". I snarled feeling the angry wash over me. "Do you want me?" He growled grabbing me by the shoulders. Feeling the blush form on my face I glared at him the best I could "Get the fuck off me". Struggling to get out of his grip I gave up when his arms tightened and before I knew what was happening his lips were on mine and I was kissing him back. Feeling the tingles take over my body like they always did when he kissed me I wrapped my arms around his neck and started tugging on his hair. Feeling his hands roam my body my eyes snapped open when they pulled my dress up so it was hunched at the waist. "W-what are you doing?". I asked between kisses. God this was so wrong but damn it if it didn't feel right. I felt that I belonged in his arms but I didn't come back here for this. "Taking back whats mine". He growled before crashing his lips back against mine. 👇👇👇 Due to the word limit, it can only be updated here! 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