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Chapter Twenty-Four-Patch
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Blood trickled down his face, catching in the hair on his cheek, but Patch wasn't bothered with it. He couldn’t be. Delaney sped away, tears coated her cheeks, and the evidence of their fight weighed on her face.
Lucas scoffed, tossing his arms into the air, he turned and stared at Patch. Honestly, that went better than he'd imagined. Patch knew one thing for sure, Lucas hit harder than he remembered from when they were kids.
Patch's jaw would be sore tomorrow.
"Look what you did?" Lucas said, taking the stairs two at a time. "She's gone, probably going to wreck on her way to wherever she is going."
Patch rolled his eyes, and pushed his fingers into his messy hair. "You treat her like a baby," he said. "Delaney is grown, and doesn't need you or your dad ruling over her. She can make her own decisions."
Lucas chuckled, and swiped his thumb down the corner of his lip. "Like riding your dick, right? As long as she's choosing tha
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Delaney slammed the door behind her, taking in the abandoned house, with empty soda cans, and trash littering the floor. She'd been to his mother's house that one time, but seeing it now, it seemed worse. Sad. She couldn’t have imagined walking into her childhood home and seeing it in this position, but maybe Patch was used to it. He'd grown up in a completely different environment. The smell of drugs lingered in the air, which tasted stale in her mouth. If Patch hadn't reassured her that staying the night was safe, she wouldn't have considered it. It looked like a squatter had been living there. The floors creaked as she made her way through the house and toward the kitchen. Patch emerged from the laundry room, jabbing his finger over his shoulder he said, "I put the sheets in the washer. We are not sleeping on those. I can't imagine the last time my mother wash them." He chuckled. "If she ever did."Delaney's brows raised to her hairline. "We, as in the two of us?" Patch smirked
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