CHAPTER 138

OWEN'S POV

I watched as she slept peacefully in my arms, my hand stroking her arms that were wrapped around me like she was holding onto life support. I don't mind being her life support, she was my life support.

I gently traced the marks on her delicate skin, earning a soft gasp from her and she snuggled into me even more.

“I would make him pay for everything. It wouldn't help you heal, but it would at least quench the fire of anger in me.” I whispered as I gently pried her hands off me and placed a pillow in her arms instead.

I hope I'm back before she wakes up. She was pretty knocked out after our crazy session in the bathroom and a chuckle escaped my lips when I remembered how wild it was.

The bathtub, under the shower, the sink, in front of the mirror just to show her how perfect she was… That was the wildest we've ever done.

I quietly walked across the room and threw some clothes on, preferably black. I had to give off this gangster aura to intimidate Michael.

“Owen… Stay…” I he