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condolences at catching the "had" in his words, to ask if he’s okay. However, the hurt swirling inside me wins out. “So you thought the poor street kids who starved and slept in cardboard boxes would relate to your story?” I finish wrapping his leg and pull it as tightly as I can at the end. Dom grunts in pain and I quickly secure the bandage with a clip, and stand, brushing off my knees. “You knew exactly how to play us, didn’t you?”  
    Dom turns to his left side and sits up, “Della.” He grunts again, cupping his leg to keep it steady.  
    The last thing I want is to stand here and listen to more lies, so I slam the back door closed and jump into the driver seat. All I want is to be as far away from Dom as I can get. And to do that, we need to haul ass to Minnesota.  
    “It was my job. I didn’t know you then.” His defeated tone almost cracks my resolve; almost .  
    “Save it. It’s my own fault. I should have known better than to trust anyone.” My eyes spot the pain medication. Squeezing my eyes closed for a second and then opening them, I pick up the bottle and throw them at Dom in the back, “You should probably take two of those.”  
    Taking out my phone, I open my maps app and get directions to Aurora. Two hours away. I start the car and put us back onto the highway. My stomach grumbles and I check the time. It's two in the afternoon. No wonder I'm hungry. All I’ve had was the hospital's terrible breakfast muesli, and I missed lunch altogether.  
    Moments later, Dom grasps both sides of my seat, and his knuckles brush the backs of my arms. “Everything was a lie… until I fell for you.” Tears prick my eyes, but I refuse to glance at the rearview mirror. He tightens his grip on my seat. “Every look, touch, and kiss were real, and I’m so sorry my mistakes made you doubt that.”  
    Dom’s tortured tone causes my tears to finally fall. I don’t speak or look back at him. I’m afraid if I do, I’ll crumble back into that girl who was stupid enough to believe him in the first place.  
    When he releases my chair, it feels as if he's released his tight grip on my heart and it restarts its beating. More tears fall at the loss. Hating a foe is simple. Clear lines are drawn. The want to leave them behind is easy. However, hating a lover, there are no clear battle lines, only blurred vision with an intense need to miss the one who hurt you. I wish I loathed him. I crave to become numb to him. I want to forget each beautiful moment we’ve shared.  
    I hate that I love him.  

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    We reached Aurora at five and drove around for about half an hour looking for a hotel. Dom and I went from not talking at all, to agreeing on which turns to take through the city and deciding on a hotel to stay in. We pushed our problems to the side and worked together. It felt like the early days when Brett, no, Dom and I first danced around our feelings. It took a while for both of us to be honest with the other person. It was worth it, though; the flirting and stolen touches are some of my most favorite memories in my entire life. Just walking down the stairs in my home and hearing his voice was a high of its own. However, when things around us got intense, and my brothers called on him to go in between because trouble was coming with the Poison Boys, we were able to put our feelings aside and know what was most important: staying alert and protecting family.  
    Well, at least I thought he was.  
    Parking the car in the Motel 6, I notice how deserted it seems to be with only two other cars here.  
    I sigh and relax into my chair. We made it. Only halfway there, but after the events of today, that’s something to be proud of.  
    “Here.” Dom hands me a credit card with his full name on it. Dominic Haynes. “I don’t think we’ll get away with checking-in and them not calling the cops if I do it half naked. You go, and I’ll grab our bags out of the trunk.” He opens his door, and just as