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threat over her head, I ain’t letting anything happen to her. The truth just might keep her safe.”  
    “You’re a fucking idiot. Nothing is going to change how that girl feels about you. I told you from day one that she wasn’t strong enough to be part of this life. She was never fucking right for you, and you just had to prove me wrong.” I push off the bar and turn towards my VP.  
    “Don’t fuckin’ say another word about her. I don’t give a shit if you approve of my ol’ lady or not. She’s the only one I’ll ever have, and she’s stronger than every fucking bitch in this place. No one can put up with my shit like she can. She fucking calms me down and without that, who the fuck knows what I would do.” He scoffs at that, but he doesn’t say anything.  
    “You're just fucking pussy whipped and you ain’t even getting a piece of her anymore.” Before I can stop myself, I take a swing at him and clock him in the jaw. He stumbles into the bar and I lean in to whisper in his ear.  
    “Don’t ever disrespect my ol’ lady. I don’t give a shit what you say about me, but you say something else about her, and VP or not, I won’t think twice about putting a bullet in you.” I push off of him and walk towards my room. Looking up, I see Harlyn standing there with wide eyes. I keep walking towards her and I grab her hand, dragging me behind her. We make it into my room and I slam the door shut.  
    She doesn’t say anything for the longest time, and at this point I don’t even give a fuck. I’m pissed because my right hand man is questioning my decisions, and I’m even more pissed because I don’t know what exactly to do about Harlyn. If she doesn’t listen to me, I’ll have to fucking lock her ass up in this room like a damn prisoner, and I don’t want to. I want her to willingly come to me every God damn night like she used to. I don’t want her to spit insults at me every time we are in the same fuckin’ room.
    “Stav.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. I stand rooted to the ground, clenching and unclenching my hands as I try to keep from lashing out at her next.
    She moves in closer and she reaches out to put her hand on my cheek. It takes her a second to put her hand on my skin, but when she does, I feel like I can breathe - like maybe the darkness won’t take me away this time. My anger has always been a problem for me, and if provoked enough, I fly off the damn handle. It’s one of the reasons she left before. Last time it was bad, I killed a man right in front of her. I could hear her screams in my ears, but I couldn’t stop what I was doing.  
    Instead, I dug my knife into that bastard’s body and took my time tearing him limb from limb. Not once have I ever regretted killing someone. I'll never regret killing him. I only regret letting her see that side of me. If I would have known that it would be the end of us, I would have had one of my men take her away until it was over.

“Stavros.” Her hand cups my cheek and I close my eyes. “Please look at me.” Her voice is soft, and I take a few deep breathes before I open my eyes again. When I don’t look at her, she moves to stand in front of me and grabs my cheeks in both of her tiny hands. “Stavros.” She says with a little more force.  
    Blinking, I look down at her and see the concern written all over her face. Wrapping my arms around her small body, I see the fear in her eyes before she quickly masks it again. I don’t know why I do it, but I carry her to the bed, and lay us both down.  
    She doesn’t move from her position, and I’m glad. Having her warmth against me makes all the demons fade away. My head is on her chest, and I can’t help but run my fingers over the tattoo on the inside of her wrist. It’s the tattoo she got when I claimed her as my ol’ lady.  
    Her hands go to the back of my head and she runs her fingers through my hair. “Stavros, you’re scaring me.” Not moving from my