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"Lu-Lucas?" she stutters, and my heart pounds at the use of my legal name on her lips, and I can't even fucking enjoy it.
I shake my head at her, needing a few more minutes. My fucking gut told me to pull over, my skin fucking itching, my chest burning, and this is why. It's what she does to me when she's near, and I want my arms around her.
I slowly turn my head toward her, and our eyes connect.
Her tears fall, and she whispers, "I don't want to get the club involved."
I nod and command, "Give me a name, Pixie…." Her tears fall, and I lean forward, gently cupping her cheek, my thumb wiping over her cheeks. "I'm not going to get the club involved. I know how close you are with Breaker, but please, I need a name."
She sniffles, gripping my wrists, and admits, "All I know is his first name: Nick. My parents were having a party and he-he attacked me. He-he…." She shakes her head and I whisper, "What does he look like, baby?"
Baby slips out, but she doesn't notice. She squeezes her eyes, her grip tightening on my wrists.
"About 5'11”. Dark brown hair, graying at the sides. I think, I think he was in his fifties and-and his eyes were so dark they looked black."
I nod and gently kiss her forehead, then whisper, "Okay…." I gently remove my wrists from her grip and grab the seatbelt. I click her in and maneuver my truck back toward my school, where I have an on-site apartment.
She doesn't say anything, she just looks out the window as I link my fingers with hers.
Twenty minutes later, and I'm gently helping Kennedy fucking Gray into my bed. After a hot shower, she's exchanged her leggings for a pair of my sweats that she's rolled several times at the waist. Instead of her torn tank top, she put my hoodie back on.
Once she's comfortable, I bite my bottom lip and kneel, gripping her hands, and ask, "I need to know, Ken?—"
She cuts me off, squeezing my hands, her tears falling. "He-he bit my breast and-and tried to-to remove my leggings, but I-I hit him with a lamp. I-I felt so dirty," she sobs, and my anger rises again.
I lean forward and press my lips against her forehead, inhaling her raspberry scent. I whisper, "I'll be back soon, alright. Stay here."
She grips my hands tighter, but I get out of her hold and walk to the door, her broken, "Lucas…." hitting my ears. I half turn and give her smile, then leave.
I won't get the club involved like I promised I wouldn’t, but this guy is dead.
I know she doesn't know this, but she's mine; she always has been. She's all I fucking think about, and I know I can't have her because she doesn't see me that way, but that doesn't mean I won't be her protector from afar.
Fucking nobody hurts her and gets away with it.
1
Kennedy – Age Twenty
"I'll get the drinks," Tom states, and I give him a smile as I remove my coat, ignoring the way his gray eyes go to my breasts, making me wish I wore a turtleneck instead of my dipped V t-shirt.
We're in the same classes, and he asked me out for a drink, so I thought I'd give it a go. But now, I'm regretting it despite the two of us having things in common. He wants his MD, while I'm going for my nursing degree. I'm two years in on my four-year plan to complete my Bachelor of Science degree and my licensed nurse program, while he’s at the start of his journey after taking a year off.
I'm doing what my mother never could, and watching her face go red when I told her that I got a full scholarship was the icing on the cake. It was even better after she realized I planned on staying in a dorm.
Thank you, Uncle Chris….
She did demand that I still help pay the bills, and I really don't want her showing up here, so I'm still working as a waitress, and I'm still without a car, but I'm a college student so there's that. I'm going somewhere and doing something she never could because she was weak, and her ego was so big she thought she was invincible.
I sigh as I take a seat, looking at Tom. He's cute in a boy-next-door way. He has black hair, gray eyes, and is medium build, but he has no tattoos. I mean, he doesn't need to have tattoos, and he's sweet, I guess. His eyes wonder a little, but most men’s gazes do. I sigh, trying to think of something to help create any kind of attraction to him, but I can't. He just, he's….
Damn…he's not Lucas. He’s not Doc.
I blink, tears starting to form, and look at the table, hoping none of the brothers are here tonight but knowing a certain one is. Tom decided to bring me to Devil's Rose, a bar that the club owns, because it's half price on drinks.
I know he is here. I don't even need to look; I can feel him…. Lucas. Doc.
He's my best friend Lola's brother, the man who has owned my heart since I was twelve, when he caught me before I fell off the jungle gym.
