Throttle Me (Men of Inked, #1)(74)

Shit, y’all were there. You know what the f*ck I saw when I walked in the bathroom of her hotel suite.

Her beautiful head was lulled back. Fuck, I’ll never forget that shit. It’s imprinted in my brain, etched across my skull. It’s seared into the back of my eyelids.

She had a blood clot smeared from behind her ear, stringing like a f*ckin’ spider web to her shoulder. Her skin was as pale as a full moon, not a f*cking trace of my firecracker, not a trace of that beautiful tan skin of hers that I loved. Lying there in a pool of bloody water was the woman I f*ckin’ swore I’d never leave. How many times had I f*ckin’ promised her?

Too many f*ckin’ times. And I swear, I swear, I was there.

It just wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough. I’d never be enough.

After the docs got her physically well enough to be moved to the psychiatric unit, she was admitted to The Center. I knew then that my fate, my happiness, my f*cking LIFE depended on being strong enough for her. Everything in our goddamned life depended on me stepping up and doing any and every damn thing I could to save my firecracker, be there for her, and make f*cking sure she knew I was there and that I wasn’t going anywhere.

And I did.

I made f*cking sure I was enough. I killed all those f*ckin’ bitches in Lil’s head. I went through hell for my f*ckin’ firecracker and brought her back to life.

And now, even if I have to stay here in Hell for the rest of my life in order to keep her out, that’s what the f*ck I’ll do. As a man, sometimes you have to do what the f*ck you have to do.

When you’ve been where I’ve been, seen the shit I’ve seen, and been shredded as many times as I have, there is no other option. Even if it means your life is hell. Even if it means from this point on, you are the one who carries all the weight and burden.

You f*ckin’ do it because you love a woman, the only woman in this whole damn world. You do it because she’s your soul mate. And without her, YOU would rather be f*cking dead.