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The scars…Christ, the scars So fucking , and didn’t think Gumby had either; the scars didn’t detract from how much he wanted her Wanted to touch her, taste her, fuck her silly But they fired a rage in his gut like never before Those marks were a constant physical reinable pain at the hand of someone who should have loved her and wanted to protect her

Paul would pay for what he did to Jazz Screed that down to the very core of his being Perhaps he should be more sensitive to the man’s unstable ht then with Jazz’s dried tears on his skin, he wanted nothing uy up in the worst way

Running a hand down his face, he glanced to his left where Jazz lay, curled up on her side, facing hi her a peaceful appearance

In a one away fro in the MC, and little responsibility over heavy shit he wasn’t prepared to handle Keeping his head in the ga back on flippant habits sucked, but now he had serious shit in his life he couldn’t avoid Jazz, Gumby, his position as enforcer, the Chrome Disciples From one extreme to the other

Would he drown under the weight of responsibility? Would he fail in a spectacular way, letting down everyone important in his life?

Would someone suffer because of his inadequacies?

Fuck, one issue at a time

The usual urge to run from the bed hadn’t hit him yet In fact, all he wanted was to wrap his arlance at the clock on a nightstand adjacent to the bed let hi They’d slept for quite a few hours, but there were still ain

Enough to wake his bedmates for a real threesome

With a sigh, he forced himself to roll to his back He should leave It’s what they’d both expect of his He peeled hi a few seconds to convince hiht decision, he rose

Jazz shifted andAs he turned to get one final look at her soft and sated form, he frowned

They were the only two in the bed

Where had Guone?

And when had he left?

Screw padded out of the roouest roo Had Gumby left the house?

Would he do that? Seeuy so interested in Jazz

Hello pot, may I introduce you to my pal, kettle?