Page 86 of Lovingly Restored

For all that she’s done I can’t wait to be the one to make the angel fall.

Alice

The club is in full swing tonight. It’s filled with perverted men and even more broken souls.

And sadly, I’m one of them.

This town has its way of breaking you down. Tearing you apart piece by piece until all that’s left is a small part of yourself that you once knew.

And just like the people who live here I’m desperate.

Desperate to finally be free from its clutches. Desperate to finally be able to breathe without difficulty.

Desperate to leave everything behind, including the good, and most certainly the bad, to start a new chapter.

Or better yet, a whole new book.

I thought I could escape so easily.

Sure, my mother and sister did quite the damage on me financially. They tarnished my name in debt and atomically dropped my credit score.

Yeah, this town has a certain way of keeping you bound to its darkness.

Sometimes I can feel the chains tugging on my wrists. Always when I’m just about to break free they fasten tighter.

And boy did they fucking tug when The Vice President of The Crowned Devils MC decided to focus those blue eyes on me.

The chains tugged so hard I could practically feel them biting into my skin.

It was then, when his eyes would never leave me, that I knew I was absolutely, completely fucked.

Those same blue eyes, as dark as the ocean waters, have been watching every move I make tonight.

I’m doing my best to ignore him. I’m trying my hardest to keep myself busy. To always make it seem like I’m swamped with work.

I don’t want him to have the chance for those dark ocean blue eyes to meet mine and for him to drown me in them.

He’s far more dangerous than Hollow’s Point.

And I want him as far away from me as possible.

If I could wish on a star, I would.

But I stopped wishing when a certain someone left.

What was the point on wishing upon a star when I had everything I ever wanted with him?

God damn Reed Carter.

God damn him to fucking Hell.

As I give another fake smile to a regular, I can’t help the hopelessness weighing down on my chest.

Will I ever truly be free?

Turning back around to fill more drinks Gracie Mae taps me on the shoulder. “Chin up, buttercup. Only a few more hours until closing time.” Her words of encouragement bring a genuine smile to my face.

Grace really is the only small amount of light that I have left. There are times where I just want to bottle it up and use it when I need it most.