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She was broken.

I was broken.

Fuck, even Holloway’s guys all had a fracture inside themselves that ate away at them all the time.

My gaze trailed over her naked body as she showered, the blood mixing with the water droplets as they ran down her back, and there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

Fuck, how was I hard again?

No wonder Slash had fallen for her too.

She was the light in our fucked-up world, taking our pain away with just a simple smile.

I’m sorry brother.

I wished I’d pushed for her to let him in, instead of trying to keep her away.

You needed her just as much as I fucking did.

Chapter eleven

Rory

I knew the crew were watching me curiously as I walked into the shed with Skeeter after our afternoon sex-spree.

Probably because the fresh cuts along my shoulder were still bleeding slightly and I looked well fucked.

Diesel frowned as I walked up to him and grabbed a bottle of whisky from behind the bar, downing a large mouthful.

My body ached from Skeeter trying to put us both back together with his destruction, and the throbbing ache between my legs was a reminder that he’d never let my thoughts eat me alive.

I didn’t give a fuck if it wasn’t healthy, I could handle the physical pain over the emotional.

Skeeter would always be there to keep me on my feet, regardless of the destructive path we left behind.

Diesel took my hand gently, tugging me closer as he looked at the cuts.

“You okay, babe?”

“No, but I could be worse, I guess. What have you guys been up to?” I asked, swigging on the bottle again.

I wasn’t sure if I needed stitches.

Skeeter said I was fine, but they should have stopped bleeding by now.

“Who cut you up?” He asked, ignoring my question entirely.

I glanced over at Skeeter from across the room, receiving a playful smirk from him before he started talking to one of the other guys.

Diesel snorted. “You two jumped into bed together as a coping mechanism? Those are nastier than normal, Donovan. You need to bandage them up to keep them clean.”

I wanted to snap at him to mind his own business, but I knew he was just worried about me, so I sighed.

“Yeah, I will.”

“C’mon, I’ll do it,” he offered gently, taking my hand again and towing me into the office to rummage through the cupboard for a bandage.

I hesitated before sitting on Slash’s desk, feeling wrong for sitting there now that he was gone.