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“I don’t know I don’t know anything”

Drago sighed, and he held her close without pressing too tight His lips rested against the top of her head, and she hated how ht now, she yearned for his strength and support She was tired—mind and body

You shouldn’t get too close

“We’re going to find your kid, Belle First though, I need you to get strong All this shit that happened, you’ve got to understand that you could have died If I hadn’t been there tonight, ouldn’t be having this conversation”

She sniffled “I know” Pulling away fro to help her through She hated her weaknesses

“You’re not alone here”

“You shouldn’t be helpingtime”

“True, but the thing is, I can’t walk away Not now, not ever I don’t give up” He placed his hand beneath her chin, tilting her head back He didn’t even show any sign that he hated her messed up face

She’d taken one too h she’d only caught a glimpse in a reflection, she knew she looked a mess

“This isn’t your fight, Drago”

“I have a probleht, there’s no way I could walk away I’ to be But we both know there’s a proble day because of this life”

“What do you want to do? There’s a lot of power that you can’t just cut away or ignore”

“You’re right I have no intention of ignoring it Not anyet your kid back That’s a promise”

Drago sat down nursing a nice shot of bourbon He used to hate the stuff Whiskey as well The taste had once reminded him of hts Unlike Belle, he didn’t have a ho started because he was a piece of shit on the streets

He’d been stealing some bread froht To pay for his cri, a baby really in the sches

No one cared about the children of whores, so, for most of his life, he had to fend for hi it a lot longer than people realized Looking back, he wondered if the guy who’d thrown hi expected him to die

He’dthe pockets of fat cats until he’d had enough Fighting was so he’d done to survive An outlet for the pain he kept bottled up

Now, he was fighting for so toward the door of the bathroo to do with Belle